“What do you mean you got lost last night?” Cat inquires with a raised brow over her bowl of pasta. She has zero idea that I went out last night, well she kind of comatose to her bed to begin with. I could blow the whole camp and I swear she would still be asleep.
“Well,” I start, c*****g my head to the side, unable to explain what happened to me last night. How could I even explain it?
“Well, what lady?” Cat clicks her tongue in disapproval while looking at me pointedly. “Do you mean you get out last night?”
“I was hungry, okay? And I got lost looking for the cafeteria.” I take a gulp of my juice. Why does it feel like I’m in some kind of a hot seat? Catherine Carmichael would be a great interrogator for sure!
“How can you get lost? The cafeteria is just five cabins away from yours!”
