Anarchy

Chapter 12: The Feud Continues

Last night I slept soundly. Was it because Lucas and Daniel's reactions were exactly what I was hoping for? Possibly...

But did that mean that I was happy to wake up at 6am?

Heck no.

I was brutally awakened by an incredibly loud alarm that seemed to infiltrate every crevice of the house and despite burying my head under my pillow, I was eventually forced to confront the day. Although to me it still seemed like night--the sun had yet to make an appearance on the horizon.

I opened the door to the hallway after dressing myself, which was done in the dark and while I was still recovering from the alarm in my sleepy state. My shirt could've been inside out and backwards for all I cared.

I was greeted by a bunch of zombies shuffling to and from the bathroom. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who hated early mornings.

"Hey Ana!" chirped Angie. "How did you sleep?"

I groaned. I was not ready for conversation.

Angie laughed. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it..." She looked around at the others. "...eventually."

I snorted. Sure. Easy for her to say--she seemed like she had just drank a gallon of coffee.

"Anyways, breakfast is downstairs when you're ready."

I managed to thank her before making my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth, where I was greeted by a smiling Luca. God, another morning person? Get me out of here.

I cocked my eyebrow at him, surprised he was so cheery after my revenge. "What's wrong with you this morning?"

"Hmm? Me?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Nothing, just happy to be alive."

"Okay weirdo." I grabbed my toothbrush, applying some toothpaste before shoving it in my mouth. In the mirror I could see Luca staring at me, as if waiting for a reaction.

And that's when I tasted it.

Gagging, I spat out the 'toothpaste', turned on the tap and immediately started to cleanse my mouth of the disgusting taste.

"Son of a monkey!" I gurgled, mid gulp of water. "What was that?!"

"Anti-fungal cream," a very smug Luca replied.

I began to rinse my mouth more vigorously—that shite was absolutely horrendous. As I furiously rinsed, spit, and repeated, I could practically feel Luca performing his victory dance behind me.

"I'll get you back for this just you wait," I threatened.

He scoffed. "Oh honey I'd love to see you try."

And just before I could turn around and smack the stupid smirk off his face, he was out the door and down the hallway.
Sighing, I went back to rinsing, plotting my revenge. I didn't want to use my hidden canisters just yet, but he deserved it at this point.

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Breakfast, as it turns out, was actually delicious; there were trays filled with eggs and bacon and hashbrowns and fresh fruit. I had considered sleeping in and skipping it, but now I was glad I didn't.
Pulling out a chair, I sat down at the long table, between Blake and Maia. Maia didn't say much, but Blake was involved in an intense argument with Daniel across the table. From what I could heard it sounded as if they were debating whether or not Alice from Alice in Wonderland could be considered a princess. But I was only half listening; I was too busy stuffing my face to care.

I was about halfway done with my breakfast when 'The Admiral' walked in. By this point everyone had gathered for breakfast and the room was packed, although there was a strange energy in the room, almost nervousness, but mixed with excitement. The table quieted as he cleared his throat and began to address the room.

Blake leaned over to explain.
"Banks is gonna give out assignments for this week," he whispered, "he bases it on how many points you have, so the lower on the list, the worse the job." I nodded in acknowledgement.

Blake leaned over again. "Usually he takes it easy on the newbies."

I glanced at Milo—he seemed unaffected. At least I wasn't the only one who wasn't worried.

Banks began with Amelia. In the lead, she was assigned general harbor supervisor, whatever that was. I guess it involved the club commodore? Apparently most of the jobs involved working for the local boat club.

Iza was next, assigned with shuttling the rich to and from their yachts.

Then there was Jake, who got to work the snack bar.

Caroline was still out crewing, so Banks skipped over her.

Maia and Carter, the quiet ones I remembered, were each assigned to crew for this week, as was Thomas.

Blake was given some sort of accounting job at the boat office; apparently he was good with numbers.

Daniel and Luca were going to be bus boys for the week.

Since he wasn't at lineup yesterday, Nick was penalized and tied with Milo and me for last place. We all got stuck with cleaning duty. Yay.

"Milo," The Admiral addressed the blond-haired boy, "You'll be on dish duty at the club." I saw Daniel and Luca give each other a devilish look and a fist bump. Without raising his eyes from the clipboard, Banks added, "Daniel and Luca, I expect you both to behave accordingly."

"Nicholas and Analise. Deck duty."

Blake half-smiled at me, shrugging his shoulders. "Not the best," he whispered. "Not the worst either."

I looked over to Nick, who was busy focusing on pushing the remainder of his breakfast around his plate. He didn't appear to be fazed by the job. But at the same time it seemed like he was trying to keep a low profile; he was in the farthest corner of the room shielding his face with a baseball cap.

Banks tucked the clipboard under his arm. "Dinner is at 6:30 sharp; lateness is not tolerated. Dismissed."

There was a scrapping of chairs as everyone started getting up from the table. A line formed as each put their dish in the dishwasher and picked up their packed lunch from the fridge.

Lunch consisted of a sandwich and an apple; good thing I had packed an excessive amount of lollies stashed in my pockets.

Popping one in my mouth, I made my way towards the front door, following the outflow of DQs as they made their way down the alleyway towards the harbor.

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