Patricia's POV
I walked out of the bathroom n my pyjamas; I could faintly hear Victor's yells from the downstairs' corridor so I decided to pick up the pace a little. Once I got into my room, I dumped my towel and shampoo on the floor next to my bed and fished out my iPod.
"Hey Patricia" Mara walked in to the room looking annoyingly happy. "I was with KT" ew! "And she made us these" Mara held up two transferable tattoos in the shape of the Anubis sisterhood logo.
"Awesome" I jumped up off my bed and walked over to Mara who already had some water and cloth ready,
"Where do you want it?" she asked
"Umm, here, on my shoulder" I tapped on a spot on my shoulder blade and Mara started the process. Once she was done, it was her turn and she sat still while I printed the tattoo on her left ankle. "Whoa these look amazing" I exclaimed.
"I know right, KT's cousin got her a kit for her birthday last year" I was about to answer when our door burst open and we saw the angry form of Victor looming in the doorframe
"Why are you two not in bed" he yelled and without waiting for an answer he boomed "Get in to bed NOW!" Mara and I scrambled up from our crossed legged positions on the floor and dived under our covers. Victor smacked the light switch and we were plunged into darkness, he slammed the door behind him as he marched away, unable to hold it in anymore I let a small giggle escape my lips as his hurried footsteps died away.
I dreamt that I was alone, sitting in my bedroom dressed in a beautiful white wedding-dress style gown. I looked around confused, gone were my sick puppies posters and carful paintings that I had slaved over, they were replaced by enormous images of my amazing ex-boyfriend Eddie. He was smiling obliviously in each one of them looking as happy as a three year old with a brand new toy, his perfect white teeth on display. I felt a pang of guilt when I saw his face, but I pushed it away, you're was doing this for him, because you love him. He deserves better than to be tied down to a dying girl, he can never know what you did for him, it would only hurt him more! I tried to convince myself but all I could thick about was that night in America, the night when everything changed.
Suddenly I heard a voice calling out to me, in a sort of shouted whisper, the voice was calling my name over and over again then everything went black.
My eyes flew open and I saw who had been calling my name, the sweet face of Edison Sweet loomed over me.
"Hey Yacker" he said, "You ready for a mission?"