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Carter
"Carter? Carter!" I groan and pull the cover over my head. I can usually wake up early, I mean, I'm usually the one waking everyone up, but I just can't make myself.
"Carter, you've gotta get out of bed."
"Five more minutes." I groan.
"Oh God, he's turned into me." Sadies voice says.
"No. He's a bit more sane." The voice of Zia says.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment.
I groan again and throw the cover off my head. Zia and Sadie are standing on either side of my bed. I feel myself blush when I see Zia.
"W-What are you two doing?" I stutter.
"Trying to get you up for our adventure." Sadie says, as if I'm supposed to know that. (Stop teasing me!) I remember about the quest.
"Oh, right. Just give me a minute."
Sadie groans. "Fine. But hurry or I'll be eating your breakfast myself." Sadie turns on her heel and walks out.
Zia sighs and pinches her nose. "How do you live with her?"
"I wonder that myself." I say. Zia chuckles. Her laugh is like honey. I try to not blush even more. I remember our first kiss. It may have been just a small one, but it still felt amazing to me. (Don't OO Sadie. Do it one more time and I'll start doing it to you and Walt)
"Well, hurry it up. We leave in an hour." Zia leaves the guest room Amos let me stay in. I take a deep breath. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I breath in.
Zia can take my breath away with one word. How can she do that to me? I find that suspicious. Maybe it's some kind of magic. (Haha, very funny Sadie. Maybe she does want to use love magic on me. You never know.)
I get out of bed and go to the closet. I didn't pack anything, so I'm stuck with the linen pajamas that most magicians have to wear. Why is it that I'm Pharaoh, yet I get the standard magician clothes?
I put them on and inspect myself. I get a feeling of Déjà vu from when I first came to the First Nome. It's been about a year since then. If you had told me a year ago that I would be the Pharaoh of Egypt, I'd think you were crazy and call the police.
I leave the room and walk down a hallway to where I hope the others were eating breakfast. If not, then I'm lost again. I open a door and see Sadie, Walt, Zia, and Eric sitting at a table full of food.
"You just missed Amos." Sadie says with a mouth full of food. She swallows. "He came by to wish us luck." Amos came by to wish us luck, and I wasn't here. Isn't that a great omen?
"Alright." I grab a plate and put some bacon and eggs onto it."
"Here, try these." Sadie puts some French toast sticks onto my plate. I glance at her.
"Why?"
"Because they're delicious!"
"How do I know these haven't been tampered with by a certain magician?"
"Zia, did you do something to them?"
"I mean you, Sassy Sadie." Sadies cheeks puff up. She hates that nickname. I smirk.
Eric gives a small laugh, not looking directly at us.
"What so funny?" Sadie asks angrily. Eric shrinks a little bit.
"N-Nothing." Eric stutters quietly.
"No, go on. Tell us." Sadie crosses her arms.
Eric shakes a little bit. I glare at Sadie.
"You're scaring him." I scold him.
"Eric needs to toughen up a bit." Sadie says. "No offense."
Eric mutters something inaudible.
"Here." Sadie puts some French toast sticks onto Eric's plate. "Try them."
"I had some." Eric says quietly.
"Well, eat them anyway. You're still a skeleton."
"I'm really not that hungry. I ate a lot."
"Will you just eat them so Carter will stop being a baby about it."
"I'll eat them." I groan. "Don't force Eric to choke them down." I eat one of the toast sticks. They're actually really good.
"Well, while you eat." Zia stands up. "I'll go get the boat ready."
I swallow. "Boat?"
"Ya, boat." Walt finally speaks. "Last night, Freak flew here, so we're going to hook him up to the ship and fly us through the Bermuda Triangle."
"Forgot these people live in the middle of the bloody Bermuda Triangle." Sadie says, her English accent thick. (Oh, you know that happens every now and again.)
"It'll be fine." Zia says. "I'm going to make sure we're ready to sail. Meet me at the boat." With that, Zia leaves.
I glance at Eric. He still seems a little bit shaken. "Hey." I say calmly. "You alright?"
Eric nods. "I'm okay." He whispers.
Sadie looks at me, sad. Did I do that? She mouths.
What do you think? I mouth back.
Sadie gentle pats Eric on the back. Eric jolts out of his seat.
"Wow." Walt says, surprised. "You okay."
"Y-Ya." Eric stutters. "J-Just spooked."
I glare at Sadie again. She seems kinda hurt.
"Sorry." She says. "Forgot you were, umm, skittish."
"You're okay." Eric says. "I think I'll see if Zia needs any help."
Eric is about to go to the door when Sadie says, "No, you sit and eat. I'll go help Zia." Sadie rushes out the door.
Walt looks at me awkwardly. "I'm gonna go with her." Walt says, standing up. "I'll see you guys in a minute." Walt follows Sadie. Geez. Nice of all of them to just rush out. (I know why you left, Sadie. No need to scold me.)
I hear someone sniff. I turn and see tears pouring down Eric's face as he furiously tries to wipe them away.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, concerned. I'm the only one he'll cry in front of. He's to scared to do it in front of anyone else.
Eric sniffs again and nods, still trying to wipe away some stray tears. "Y-Ya, I am. Sadie just scares me sometimes." You have to wonder, what happened to this kid to make him spooked by his own shadow.
I pat him on the back. "You'll be fine." I notice there's a crack in on his sunglasses. "How did you get that?"
"What?" Eric asks quietly.
"The crack here." I tap his sunglasses.
"Oh." Eric says. "I-I'm not sure. Probably when I fell through the portal."
"Here, why don't you take them off?" I try to grab them, but Eric puts his hands over them.
"No." He says firmly.
"Quick question," I say. "Why do you always wear them? I mean, it's not that bright in here."
"I-I just like them." He says quickly. "You should finish your breakfast. I'll see you on the boat." Eric zips out of the room, almost running into the door. I'm left alone.
What did I do? I just asked about his sunglasses. Why does he like those things so much? I leave my breakfast behind and rub after Eric.
