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Queen PMS

"Adeline?"

I shift around, hoping that'll make the annoying voice go away.

"Adeline, wake up."

I just grunt, and curl up into a ball.

"Adeline, god dammit, wake up!" The voice gets louder.

I groan and slowly open my eyes to be greeted by a pissed Christian.

"Why the hell weren't you present during your shift last night?" He growls, glaring at me.

"Because I didn't feel like it." I shrug sleepily.

"Because you didn't feel like it..." He scoffs, "Adeline! You're part of my tribe! You need to listen to what you're told to do!"

"I will," I nod sleepily as I rub my eyes, "next time." I mumble.

He just shakes his head, and watches me stand up groggily.

"Find Serena and tell her to lend you some proper attire. You can't be in a t-shirt all day." He grumbles, slightly massaging his temples.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Are you always this annoying?" He asks back, ignoring my question.

"Only when I want to be." I reply, giving him a cheeky smile.

He just rolls his eyes and walks away, "Brat." I hear him mumble.

"Control freak." I grumble loud enough for him to hear. He turns around and gives me a glare, but then just walks away.

Looks like the Queen of this tribe is PMS'ing.

I snicker to myself, and walk over towards the tent Serena was in last night, and slowly walk inside.

"Serena?" I whisper into the empty tent, " Serena?" I call out a little louder.

"Hey there, stranger." I hear her laugh from behind me, causing me to jump.

"Don't scare someone like that!" I jump, placing my hand over my chest.

"Sorry," She laughs, "you don't seem to be scared of my brother." She says casually, walking over to one of the boxes on the floor.

"Why would I be scared of him?" I snicker, but then pause, "Wait- you eavesdropped on our conversation?" I realize.

"Well yeah, you're the only one that's called him a name and he hasn't killed you. I find that pretty amazing." She turns around smiling, and hands me a few clothes.

I unfold one of them, and am greeted by the sight of a green tank top. I check the other one, and it's just a regular pair of skinny jeans.

"I hope they fit, I'm assuming were the same size." Serena says, looking at the clothing in my hands.

I realize that she's probably right. She may be younger, but we were both around 5 foot 6 inches tall. And our bodies weren't that far in shape; except the fact that maybe she was a bit thinner.

I thank her and she tells me that I can change behind of the larger boxes. And by 'larger', I mean LARGER. It was big enough to be holding a person inside, and knowing this tribe, it probably was.

"So, I heard you ditched your shift last night." I hear Serena say, as I pull my large t-shirt over my head head.

"Yeah," I reply, "I was tired, so I decided to sleep the night." I pull the tank top over my shoulders, and smooth it onto my torso.

"I'm still clueless as to how my brother hasn't killed you." She laughs.

"Probably because he knows I could beat his ass." I joke as I take off my pajama pants, and replace them with the skinny jeans.

I stand up, and see Serena struggling to tie her hair.

"Come here, I'll help." I offer. She walks over towards me, hands me the elastic band and turns around. "Is it cool if I braid your hair?" I ask.

She happily nods, and I begin to part the hair at the crown of her head into three's.

"Adeline?" She quietly asks.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." I joke.

"No," She laughs, "for real."

"Yeah, what's on your mind?"

"Do you think boys can be warriors?" She says just above a whisper.

I remind myself by boy- she means girl. I nod, but realize she can't see me, "I think boys can be anything they want if they put their heart and mind to it." I smile.

"So- hypothetically speaking- if I wanted to fight... I could?" She asks.

I tie the small elastic to the end of her braid, "Yeah, totally." I turn her around so she's looking me right in the eye, "Frankly speaking, I think you'd make a better fighter than your brother."

"Really?!" Her eyes light up.

"Yes, really." I smile.

Her face quickly drops, and I lift it up so she's looking back up at me, "Whats wrong? Scared you'll be a better warrior than your brother?" I joke, hoping to lift her spirits.

She just smiles, but looks away, "Christian... He won't let me."

"Let you what?"

"Let me be a warrior. Let me fight!" She yells, obviously frustrated.

"Whoa- easy there! Have you tried asking him?" I suggest.

"Of course I have! I didn't want to be a nurse, but he says I'm too 'delicate' to fight." She sniffles, trying not to cry.

"I could talk to him-"

"No!" She cuts me off, "No... Please. Don't even tell him what I just told you.. Okay?" She pleads.

"But-"

"Please." She begs, looking me in the eyes.

"Okay," I sigh, "but if you ever want me to put in a good word for you." I wink, making her smile.

From outside the tent, we hear some muffled talking but just brush it off.

"No Nathan! You can't have a 'night off'!" I hear Christian yell.

Queen PMS strikes again.