Une Fleure Fanée

Week 12 Part 3 (Tuesday)

     I wake up to Pressley's phone playing that beachy song. My alarm isn't going off for some reason. Must be a glitch. I sit up and I'm immediately confined to half of the space I'm used to in these beds. I'm also way up high. I look to my right and I see Pressley also groggily waking up. All the memories of the crying and the thunderstorm seem to wash over both of us.

     "Thunderstorm. Loud," I mutter, not being able to make full sentences yet.

     "Yeah, the thunderstorm was loud. Anyways, I can go turn on the Playstation if you want so we can have a rematch of the golf game," Pressley offers, and I get a bit more awake at the mention of competition.

     "You're on!" I exclaim, hearing our parents wake up.

     She turns on the Playstation and gives me a controller. I climb down to the bottom bunk and we play the golf game. This time, I win for the first time at golf. And it's virtual golf against one other person. A very prestigious award.

     "Okay, okay. You win. It's even. Now can we watch some British blokes while we change into our ALDC merch for the photoshoot and then change in a minibus bathroom stall into pajamas and go to an amusement park," Pressley asks and I nod.

     "I am not going on any roller coasters," I state adamantly.

     "We'll see," Pressley jokingly says, and I giggle.

     I hate roller coasters. I am going to be teaming up with whichever girl is also afraid of rollercoasters. Pressley changes into a red ALDC hoodie with gold stitching and black leggings, so I guess I'll twin.

     I put my hair in a bun and I put on makeup. I then move on to my wrists. I cover them up with foundation and setting powder the heck out of them because I don't want the foundation to transfer to my pajamas later on.

     I come out of the bathroom to see Pressley lounging around watching people make brandy snaps. It must be cookie week, or as the British people call it, "biscuits." I grab my laptop and I look at a map of Pleasure Beach. So many roller coasters.

     I gulp and I go back to the bathroom, grabbing my pill bottles. Fluoxetine, Cymbalta, and because I don't want to have a panic attack on a ride, I'll grab a Venlafaxine. It barely helps, but any help is some help. Pressely's eyes are glued to the people now making macaron displays, so I gulp it down and rejoin her.

     After we finish out the episode, Mom shouts, "Girls! We're going to the bus! Come on!"

     I quickly pack up my backpack with everything, grab my pajamas, and put on my shoes. Turning off the television, I put the backpack on my back and hustle out the door. Mom and Ms. Ashley are behind Pressley and I as we run to the elevator, excited.

     Once we get down to the lobby, including Mackenzie, everybody else is there, making us the final ones. I go to talk to Gia, since she seems alone. Pressley, Brady, Sarah, and Hannah have all seemed to figure out that they all like roller coasters, so they're all chatting about roller coasters.

     "I hate roller coasters," Gia mutters to me, us walking out of the sliding glass door entrance.

     "Me too," I agree, and Gia lights up.

     "We have to pair up, since everybody else loves roller coasters! Us, we're simple, and simple people have to stay together!" Gia states, and I nod excitedly.

     "We should look up a map and look at some of the activities! I need itineraries!" I gush, and we sit down together.

     "We can plan when we get a map at the park. I want to focus on the photoshoot!" Gia tells me, and I get a bit anxious, nodding anyway.