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Chapter 10

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry cry cry, I'll cry until the candles burn down this place, I'll cry until my pity party's in flames-"

I quietly sang along to the music playing on my iPod. Sure, it was a depressing song, but I can relate to a lot of those. Seriously, my playlist is full of Imagine Dragons, Twenty One Pilots, and Melanie Martinez.

I turned the page of my book, not paying much attention to the words I was reading. It was eleven at night, past our ten-thirty curfew (really? We need a curfew?), but I stayed awake. I couldn't sleep. Nighttime is usually when I can think without anyone disturbing me. All the other girls in the dorm were sleeping (I hoped).

It was two days after we'd arrived, and to be honest, it wasn't all that exciting. We got up at nine, ate breakfast, did our jobs (Wisty and I decided to help out with the farmers, which turned out to be boring as fudge), ate lunch, trained with our weapons, ate dinner, had free-time, then went to bed by ten. Repeat the next day. Only one word can explain how bored I was:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Like it was so flipping boring I wanted to scream! How did everyone do this over and over for- I don't even know how long they'd been doing this for! How could they stand this?

I was starting to get bored by my own thoughts. I sighed and turned off my flashlight, placing my bookmark in my book. I tossed the book on the end of my bed and pulled the covers over my shoulders.

Silence.

I huffed and tossed the covers off, swinging my legs off the bed. I padded across the floor towards the door. I didn't hesitate as I opened the door and stepped outside. Sure, the YouTubers told me that I would be punished if I was caught out of bed after curfew, but I didn't care. This place was boring, and I had to get out for a second.

Nike was right outside the door.

I yelped and backed up, tripping over my own feet. A few of the girls stirred, and I clamped my mouth shut.

"What are you doing?" Nike asked curiously.

"Um- I- well, I just-" I stuttered.

Nike held up a hand. "Never mind. I honestly don't care. But I'm glad you're awake. We need you in the meeting room." She stalked of, and I scrambled to my feet, running after her.

"So," I said, "why exactly do you need me?"

She gripped the hilt of her sword as though ready to attack someone. I shuffled away a bit. I got the feeling she was in a bad mood. "The boss has a special job for you." She didn't say anything after that as we made our way to the meeting room.

I looked around the room as we walked. The place seemed so empty now that no one was in here. Now it was a big, dark room with a gazillion doors and colourful mosaics decorating the walls. I smiled. The place was nicer with no people.

We reached the door to the meeting room, and Nike entered a code in the keypad beside it. Over the beeping noise of the keypad, I could hear yelling and shouting on the other side of the door, like people were arguing. The door swung open, and I looked inside to see Mitch leaning across the table and yelling, TBNRfrags and CraftBattleDuty each holding one of his arms and trying to pull him back. On the other side of the table, Adam was doing the same, but only Deadlox was trying to keep him back. TrueMU sat in the chair sat in the chair next to Adam's, reading a book. He probably didn't want to get mixed up in the fight.

Nike turned to me. "The door and walls are mostly soundproof. This is why," she said, gesturing toward the shouting match.

Brice had been talking with Dana, but then he turned and caught sight of me and Nike. He stood up on his chair, put two fingers to his mouth, and let out a shrill whistle. Everyone fell silent. Brice nodded at Nike and me, and we stepped away from the door so everybody could see us.

Adam cleared his throat and sat back down in his seat. Mitch followed suit. Nike went back to her spot at the table next to Seto. Lachlan pulled up a chair next to him and I sat hesitantly down.

"I'm guessing Nike didn't tell you why we need you here?" Dana asked. I shook my head.

"Okay, well-" Mitch started, but Adam interrupted.

"We need you here because-"

Mitch shot him a look. "I was talking."

Adam shrugged. "Your point is…?"

"Well, you didn't have to-"

"Interrupt? No, I guess I didn't have to, but-"

"Why did you then?"

"Well, I figured that you would most likely start yelling again, because you're a Blaze hybrid, so naturally, you can't control your temper-"

Mitch lunged toward Adam again, and MrWoofless barely caught his sweater before Mitch could go full blaze-out-of-glory and burn Adam to a crisp. Nevertheless, Mitch's hands caught fire and almost sent the table up in flames.

Rob and Jerome pulled Mitch back in his seat. "Can't I kill him?" Mitch growled. "Just a little bit?" He clenched his fists. I leaned in so I could see his face. His brown eyes had turned orange, looking like small flaming Frisbees.

"Killing people is not why we're here," Seto stated. "We're supposed to be telling Andria about the boss's plans, remember?"

Mitch shot another glare at Adam, who just smirked as though Mitch had just proved his point.

"Anyway," Calvara said, standing up. "Andria, the boss has requested that you go on a special mission for them."

"You have to go out and find the enemy's base," Eric explained. "You can take a few people, but no more than three, because we still need as many people as we can have here."

"You need to take out as many enemies as you can," Jason said, setting down his book, "then make your way to Spawn City, where we know they'll attack first.

"Whoa, hold up." I stood up from my chair. "I can't find this place on my own! Why can't we all just go there and storm their base? We would take out more people that way, and have a smaller chance of me dying! You need me for this prophecy thing, remember?"

Brice sighed. "Andria, we can't spare any more than four people. We need the majority of our forces to be here, ready to defend the headquarters."

Adam shrugged. "Sorry, Andria. We would help, but-" He spread his hands helplessly.

I thought for a moment. Well, I wouldn't be bored anymore.

But you could die, a voice in my head reminded me.

But I would be helping people, I insisted.

But you could die.

But I would be doing something good.

BUT YOU COULD-

I stood up. "I'll bring Wisty, Steve, and Dana. When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow morning," Mitch said, waving his hands to extinguish the fire. "You'd better go pack your stuff."

Eh, this was kind of a boring chapter. It'll hopefully get more exciting in the next one!