Erica

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I head back to the dorms to find Trixie and to pack but a part of my heart lingers there, with Ben. Maybe I should've celebrated with him, I think. I groan and punch in my ID for building access (They finally buffed our security up, especially after Croatoan). I turn into my room, my sanctuary. I realize I left my Air-wick running, and I quickly turn it off. Still, the smell of 'fresh valley' seems to calm me down. I sit on my bed and open up my contacts. I'm about to press Trixie's when I get a notification from my gmail.

"We are sorry to announce to the students who won their relay-paint gun race, but your trip to the beach will be cancelled until later in this evening. Presumably until 3 PM. Or maybe tomorrow. Thank you students," our principal stutters. He probably misbooked the bus driver and  the beach. You know, us spy kids have to have our own section of the beach. 


Sorry this chapter is so short, I only added Erica's pov because I was obliged to. The next chapters are gonna be hella good. Fun fact I imagined Erica and Ben on a picnic together, which is why I started writing this :)

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