Twenty day challenge.

Day Two

Day two. *unedited*

Sleep came easily to me that night; even if my mind was whirring with ideas to beat Finch at his own game, but I sincerely hoped that his game wouldn't cost me any more friends because the best things in life cannot be bought.

I woke up to a slight rap-tap-rap on the door, a similar noise that chalk makes when it's scrawled on a  blackboard, it was still dark outside, the stillness was eerie, which confirmed my suspicions it was most certainly Finch outside the door.

"You've got mail!" He said in what he probably thought was a loud whisper, but I reckon if people in Africa strained their ears they could probably hear him too. He shoved a piece of paper in my hands before leaving whilst whistling a merry tune, one thing was for sure he was far to chirpy for this time in the morning...There was a single, solitary sentence on the piece of paper and it only took me a matter of seconds for me to read it.

What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

Great. Was this a prime sign that Finch was losing the plot? Why would he waste time with nobodies like me? When he has all the girls in year thirteen (minus my sister and Georgie who couldn't care less) and those younger than him dying for him to ask him out on a date?

It now seemed apparent that Finch wasn't going to give up so easily, by the twenty challenge it looked as if he actually meant twenty days, and not the 'I'll give up after a few days challenge,' but what could it be?

I knew I wouldn't be able to rest until I cracked the code, knowing how active my brain was in its current state, and unlike the rest of the British public I don't do my best thinking when I'm sitting down doing nothing, I do my best thinking when I'm tidying my room. Seriously.

And I know your brains are ticking as your reading this and your thinking 'wow this girl is weird,' and I don't blame you, I find the little fact about me weird as well, but sitting around and doing nothing has never been high up on my list of priorities, okay?

I folded some clothes and put them in the top drawer, and paused until my eyes fell on the towel that was flopped across the chair carelessly, I was about to put it away when my eyes fell on the riddle.

What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

My eyes flickered back to the towel as the answer was staring me in the face; of course that was what it was! A towel! A towel would dry you and in the process get wetter and wetter! Feeling smug I realised that I was smarter than what I gave myself credit for as I folded the paper and slid it under the door.

Well it looks like sleep was my main priority now, and nothing was going to change that, not even Finch and his mysterious midnight feasts. I fell asleep in an erratic daze, but I was asleep long enough for dreams to invade my unconscious brain; Finch, Jennifer, Riley, Sophie all invaded my thoughts that night, the accusing glares of Riley and Jennifer and the smirking smile that had taken hostage in Finch's face.

I woke up the next day with a dopey smile on my face as sunlight seeped through the window, I poured some cornflakes into a bowl feeling weirdly optimistic, unexplainable happiness had taken over me; the thought you couldn't explain, even when Sophie came down grumbling because she didn't hear the alarm, and the smile didn't fade from my face.

"My alarm didn't go off!" Was the predictable first words that seeped out of Sophie's mouth, I grinned sometimes my so-called perfect sister was so predictable it was funny, she definitely wasn't a morning person that was for sure.

I grabbed her phone, which was metaphorically glued to her hand, which contained the alarm, I quickly typed the passcode in which was obvious since Sophie never bothered to change it and smirked, "it might help if you bother to turn it on first." She held her phone, cradling it like a baby and held it against her ear.