Chapter 3
– and jerked awake.
Gasping, I found myself lying on the bed, staring up at the cabin ceiling.
"What's wrong?" Stokely was beside the bed, looking down at me worriedly.
I glanced around the dark room. The four other girls sharing the cabin were also sitting up in bed, watching me with confused expressions on their faces.
"What happened?" I managed to croak out.
"You screamed in your sleep," Kirsten replied from the bed closest to mine. She was a slight, blonde-haired girl also in my French and Literature class.
Before I could answer, there was an urgent pounding at the door. Stokely got up to open it. Zeke entered the room and went straight over to my bed.
Crouching down, he asked me, "Are you ok?" There was genuine concern in his brown eyes.
I nodded. "Just a dream..." I buried my head in his warm chest. He held me tightly. My heart was still pounding like a frightened rabbit's as I tried to bring my ragged breathing under control.
"Was it the alien bitch again?" Stokely asked in a low voice so that the other girls couldn't hear.
"Yes," I whispered. We all still relived the nightmare of the first invasion from time to time, but lately, the nightmares had been coming more frequently. None of us knew what that meant. We weren't sure we really wanted to know.
"What's going on here?"
We quickly looked up.
Ms Bishop stood framed in the doorway, hands on broad hips.
"Ann just had a bad dream, Ms Bishop." Gwen answered, pushing her glasses up on her nose. She had a pretty freckled face framed by short dark curls. I remembered her from Casey's Math class and the chess club.
Bishop's sharp eyes fell on Zeke. "What is he doing here? I thought I made it explicitly clear – no fraternizing in the girls' lodges. And especially not after lights out."
"An-"
"OUT!" She stated firmly, standing aside waiting for Zeke to leave.
"I'll be ok," I told Zeke.
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before rising. "I'll be in the cabin just across the walkway if you need me." And without glancing at the biology teacher, he sauntered out of the room.
"Now get to sleep, all of you. We're heading back at six tomorrow morning." With that, the teacher spun on her heel and shut the door.
– and jerked awake.
Gasping, I found myself lying on the bed, staring up at the cabin ceiling.
"What's wrong?" Stokely was beside the bed, looking down at me worriedly.
I glanced around the dark room. The four other girls sharing the cabin were also sitting up in bed, watching me with confused expressions on their faces.
"What happened?" I managed to croak out.
"You screamed in your sleep," Kirsten replied from the bed closest to mine. She was a slight, blonde-haired girl also in my French and Literature class.
Before I could answer, there was an urgent pounding at the door. Stokely got up to open it. Zeke entered the room and went straight over to my bed.
Crouching down, he asked me, "Are you ok?" There was genuine concern in his brown eyes.
I nodded. "Just a dream..." I buried my head in his warm chest. He held me tightly. My heart was still pounding like a frightened rabbit's as I tried to bring my ragged breathing under control.
"Was it the alien bitch again?" Stokely asked in a low voice so that the other girls couldn't hear.
"Yes," I whispered. We all still relived the nightmare of the first invasion from time to time, but lately, the nightmares had been coming more frequently. None of us knew what that meant. We weren't sure we really wanted to know.
"What's going on here?"
We quickly looked up.
Ms Bishop stood framed in the doorway, hands on broad hips.
"Ann just had a bad dream, Ms Bishop." Gwen answered, pushing her glasses up on her nose. She had a pretty freckled face framed by short dark curls. I remembered her from Casey's Math class and the chess club.
Bishop's sharp eyes fell on Zeke. "What is he doing here? I thought I made it explicitly clear – no fraternizing in the girls' lodges. And especially not after lights out."
"An-"
"OUT!" She stated firmly, standing aside waiting for Zeke to leave.
"I'll be ok," I told Zeke.
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before rising. "I'll be in the cabin just across the walkway if you need me." And without glancing at the biology teacher, he sauntered out of the room.
"Now get to sleep, all of you. We're heading back at six tomorrow morning." With that, the teacher spun on her heel and shut the door.