WHICH ONE?

CHAPTER 14 - One Complete Digging Week!

-FIRE POV

I was woken up by the loud, traumatising bell. A groan slipped out of my mouth but I don't care, I'm tired. My eyes kept shut, forcing the sleep to stay, but it wasn't possible anymore. The moment I heard the shuffling around the tent, the groans, the yawns, the 'wake up's! I couldn't.

My legs pulled myself up and out of my cot groggily and reluctantly. Today, out of all days, I felt surprisingly tired. I've never wanted to sleep in so bad.
My ears caught a voice from the cot to the right of mine whispering, "Goodmorning." I looked over to Zigzag who was in the process of pulling up his orange jumpsuit.

I looked at him for a little longer before looking away rapidly, "Good Morning.'' I yawned lightly, placing a hand over my mouth.

"C'mon lazy." I heard Magnet call from across the room.
I playfully rolled my eyes, "Sorry men-tor." The other boys chuckled or smiled at how my mood was pretty happy this morning, not that I was ever grumpy! Well most of the time I wasn't. .

Blinks escaped my eyes rapidly as vision came back to me, my eyesight being very clear now.
I pulled up my orange jumpsuit over my boxers, then tied it around my hip and sat on my messy cot to tie the shoelaces to my converse. On went my white socks, then my converse.

Now the last thing I had to do was ......Oh yes, it was to tie my hair! I looked down at the black hair bubble which made a line, or a dent, on the skin surrounding my wrists. The hair bubble was a bit itchy on my wrists, sure, but I learned to get used to it. Today was the day that marked the end of my first week, and the start of my second week. So far, I've dug seven holes, and today was going to be my eighth. It was Monday. Writing in my diary actually helped me keep track of the day, month and year. I ignored my hair bubble and picked myself up to leave, after spraying some deodorant and dusting the light dust off of my white plain crop top. Change of style. I exited the tent.

Not so surprisingly, I was the last one to leave the tent. Today, I wanted to walk with Zigzag, well obviously because I sort of developed a large crush on him over the past week. I couldn't even try to hold it back anymore. It was useless, but it turns out Squid's plan earlier on last week was pretty useful. It was successful, and I still don't know how. The boys decided to narrow it down to Squid, Zigzag and Magnet. I don't really know how the others magically exited the 'competition' or the 'list' or really whatever you'd like to call it.

Outside the tent, none of them stood there, not one.

A confused face conquered me as I shrugged my shoulders and decided to walk over to Mr Pendanski's loud voice, recruiting everyone to grab a shovel. Previously this week, I learned that the day before I came, Caveman found a fossil and fought 'Lump', or 'Scary Slick back hair dude', which was what I liked to call him. Cavemans got guts!

Soon, I ended up last in a line for breakfast and a shovel, that's how I knew I'd get the longest shovel, and the little left overs of breakfast. I sighed.
My arms were still crossed in front of me tightly as my mind wandered back home. If it was still even my 'home'. Honestly, I think when I go back home, Mami will scold me, Dad would probably murder me and they'd lock me in my room, which right now, is probably dog infested! Oh yes, I wouldn't want to forget the rematch that my sister so badly wants! Ugh. See, the thing is, I never really liked dogs. They always seemed too aggressive for my liking. Cats were not aggressive, they were protective. Like me. Some people might call my anger issues me being aggressive, but at the end of the day, the only thing that can really trigger it is the feeling to protect myself.

My body tensed up when I felt a hand drag itself across my bottom. I quickly turned around and saw a tall-ish boy walk away from me, towards another line. My eyes grew wide in uncomfort and my fists clenched tightly. Who did he think he was to touch my ass as if it was his?