I was lying on my bunk listening to my iPod and trying to forget the way I had chickened out in front of the supervisor (I promise you, it won't happen again) when suddenly a paper airplane landed on my lap. I opened it up and read:
Could I borrow a couple of your sharpies?
~Piper
I smiled and glanced over at her bunk. I scribbled a quick reply that said something like sure, folded up the plane and shot it over to her, and hopped off my bed. Creeping quietly through the maze of bunk beds --so as not to wake up the few people that had already fallen asleep--, I got to Piper's bed and swung up to the top. She gave a startled gasp when I suddenly appeared, but then smiled when I sat down beside her. "Your order, mam," I said pulling a couple sharpies out of my pocket.
"Thanks," she said, delicately taking them from me. We sat there for a while in silence, her scribbling with her new prize, and me just leaning against the wall thinking. "So, you going to follow the new schedule?" Piper asked finally.
I turned to her and gave her a mischievous smile that said what do you think? She laughed at my look and I finally gave a verbal answer, "Uh, no. I think I feel like staying in bed tomorrow, I don't know if I feel well enough to get up at my appointed time. Too bad, huh?"
Piper, playing along, felt my forehead, "Oh, I think you're right. Feels like a temperature, I guess Miss Superviser will just have to be dissapointed." We laughed, but I couldn't help feeling worried, not for me, but for Piper. I wanted to protect her. I didn't know what kind of wrath was behind the woman's ice cold eyes, but I didn't want to influence Piper into finding out.
