How long exactly does it take a girl to shower? I'm beginning to wonder.
That's not all you're wondering, is it?
Right. I'm also starting to wonder when exactly I began exhibiting symptoms of schizophrenia. My inner voice of reason has never been quite so vocal as it had been in the last couple of months.
You mean since you started noticing Nudge was a chick?
Ugh, I'll never going to be able to look Ella straight in the eye again, and now I'm hearing voices. Just great.
I'll go mad if I stay here much longer waiting for her to show up. Fine. So, I'll go back to camp. Grab something to do. Then come back.
UGH! How can my siblings possibly stand to be so unorganized? I can't find a thing in these packs. I just want one of the books Dr. Martinez packed for me. The brallie ones. But no such luck, what is that squishy thing?
Note to self, plead with Max to allow the purchase of a dancing monkey and teach it how to pack, as it would, no doubt, do a better job.
Here it is. Tucked under someone's left over-
Never mind. I don't want to know what that is.
Read two lines. Take a step. Read. Take a step. Read. Step.
Restaurant. There she is. With, Angel? Wha-
Wait. It's Angel. Best not to ask unnecessary questions.
She's gone by the time I've made it to sit down anyway.
Nudge is flustered. I can tell. I can always tell.
Too bad she isn't flustered over you.
Right. There's probably some really hot waiter wondering about. In fact the one I passed on the way in had an Italian accent. Just my luck.
Right. Down to business then. Talking about our latest mission-
She's seemed to have stopped breathing. Resist urge to wave hand in front of her face or check her pulse to make sure she's still a member of the living.
Ask if she's alright.
Oops. Did I knock that glass over, or did she? What did she-
Oh. Of course. She wants to go change before we have to leave. Yes. Right. Should get back to camp myself.
A/N: yeah… this sucks. I promise the next one will be better. I've had a rough day. 3
