My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Sam told them that Sierra and I were evaluating their performances during patrols and they came to ask for help. I guess they are worried about

failing if Kaley’s dad can’t rig anything in their favor. They’ve probably never had to truly work for something before” I shrug, turning to put my book back in my bag.

“Huh. You need to eat something, you are not gaining weight fast enough and you are tiny enough as it is.”

He slides a tray with a sandwich, chips, veggies, fruit and water on it towards me, then turns and just leaves.

I just blink and take another deep breath and try to remember that he is taking care of me in his own caveman way. It’s a sign of him trying to mend

fences that he came over in the first place and as much as I want to throw it away to show 1 am still angry with them and I don’t want to prove he is right.

But I am hungry and the doc said I wasn’t eating enough for my activity level, so I eat everything, quickly, then get up to throw my stuff out and head

to our next class without a backward glance. The presence of six bodies behind me tells me I have a full escort this time.

The next couple days are more of the same mundane routine, but I really don’t mind routine. Sometimes with all the chaos, having expected things

happen the way they are supposed to is calming and reassuring.

Marnie took my advice and while she wasn’t any better, she wasn’t as big of a pain as she was on day one and she seems to be really trying. Sierra

said something similar about Jeanie Friday morning.

getting ready in the Luna’s suite for the mating ball. You have zero choices in this

before we head over to the ball.” Sierra looks Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

I might explode at her for telling me what our plans are for this stupid dance. The casual way she just throws more things we have

is wearing my nerves though. She has talked of nothing else

also doing the mental math

get ready

determined myself to have a good time, even if it is

the whole ordeal. We have one more class for the day and then I can get to

turns “hanging’ out with

me in there by

decide if I am

for convenience, and the topic returned to the ball. This

party that seems to be happening at the packhouse. We apparently have to

to the dance.

our “after- dresses’ will be hanging in your

before anyone notices we’re missing.” She keeps rambling as my eyebrows rise farther into my hairline and I am

stuck mid squat.

dress that you chose for me. Why does there have to