I spend the rest of the day sleeping peacefully. No one has come to call me to go to the dining room, not even Tara. I guess she is still upset about what I told her and doesn't want to talk to me. Even if what I told her was true, does she need to be angry with me? Like I am the one who was kissing Albert.
When it is almost near midnight, I feel my stomach grumbling with hunger. I can't sleep like this.
Getting out of bed, I descent the stairs, taking care not to make any noise and wake someone up. I successfully make it to the kitchen, open the door, and then close it behind me.
Turning on the light, I find some left over rice and chicken in the pot, but it is too cold. I turn on the stove to heat it a little while I prepare a cup of juice. I notice there are a lot of food that looks
