Chapter three

Peter

"Hello again, Lana, the boy said. It seemed like he was waiting for me.

"Hi," I said. "I never got a chance to ask you your name."

"My name is -------," he was cut of by Jack.

"Peter, you still have work to do. You don't have no time to flirt, you can do that later, Jack said teasingly.

"But I have done all my chores!"

"No you haven't, I said to give the girl a tour, and you are just standing there!"

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It was dark outside, and I was getting kind of STARVING!!! I haven't had a chance to eat ALL DAY! "So, when is dinner?" I asked hopefully.

"In about 5 minutes, I think tonight is stew."

"Gross!" I hate stew, but I just remembered, I left my cell phone in my pocket! So, I took it out and stated waving it around.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked and he was looking at me like I was crazy.

"Trying to get my phone to work, so I can order pizza!"

"What is a phone? How will you get the pizza here in the middle of the ocean?"

"Oh, right! You don't have phones or take-out here do you? I guess I have to eat yucky stew," I said in disappointment.

During dinner we were both very quiet. Most of the time we were both looking at our food, but once or twice I looked at him. But once he saw me we both looked away.

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By now it was midnight, and it was time for me to go to sleep. I HAD to share a room with Miss Grumpy Head. Well, hey, I thought, if they aren't going to bed why should I? So I came right back out and hid in a corner to listen to other people.

"Well?" Jack asked Peter.

" 'Well' what?" Peter said.

"What happened today?"

"Nothing! And why do you have to know everything that goes on in my life?" Peter asked.

"Because your father told me to take good care of you. That's why."

"Ok but I -------," he was cut of by my stupid move. I had something in my shoe and I was trying to get it out. But instead I hit the table and a bottle of rum fell over. What was that?" he said as the floorboard squeaked.

"Nothing!" I yelled while running back to my room. The I saw them fall to the ground laughing.