My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Sh*t! You can not do that to me!! I thought someone found you and was trying to take off With you.” He’s gasping and holding his chest He doesn’t come further into the room but leans back against the doorframe letting his head thunk back on the wood frame while he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“We need a drink after all of that. And what do you mean ‘ found us’? Mina asks, folding her arms across her chest, trying and failing to look intimidating in her pink pajamas.

Wait..pajamas? When did she change into pajamas? I look down at myself. When did change? We were in jeans and tshirts when we did the ceremony, but that’s the last thing I remember. Everything else is hazy flashes of memory. 5

“I can grab you guys some water. I’ll be right back.” He says, breathing almost normal now.

Midget here has never had a drink and if we are going onto campus after the break, she needs to have some

as everyone will be, I agree with you. You both need a tolerance. We can’t keep bouncing between you two being ready for the challenge and being too young to handle things. You were sent here, might as well do it right. Let’s go.” He waves us out

how did we get upstairs?’ “That was mostly Gentry. You both managed to get yourselves upstairs, but just enough to fall into bed. She changed you both and tucked you in. That is a little more than my job description calls for.” He smiles back at us as we head downstairs. “As far as the time, no, no one is usually out that long. But you both are so young, that might be the reason. I mean, Mina just turned eighteen, and that’s when you’re supposed to

two of the stools. We both take a silent seat and watch as he pulls glasses out of the cabinet,

thing you need to know is that

drinks. We get a whole lesson on alcohol types, how things are measured and poured properly, what drinks are

the effect of my brain being sluggishly slow and not matching up with what my body is trying to do. He didn’t give us more than a small sip of each type of pour, but since I have zero experience, my

over the kitchen.” He catches

this at all. I can’t move my body, I just feel floppy.” I giggle and can feel my emotions bouncing all over the place. “Why would anyone choose this? It’s like torture.” I