The Valentine's Note

Chapter 11

"I want to shower first!" Carla whined as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Fine," I snapped, irritated by such a high-pitched voice first thing in the morning. "If you're in there any longer than 10 minutes, the consequences won't be appealing to you."

"I'm going to brush," Kyla cut in and walked past Carla to the bathroom.

I stared back at Carla, who gave me a sweet smile in return and busied herself getting her toiletries ready.

"This place is so dusty," Kyla stated from the bathroom. "I swear our toothbrushes have gone a shade darker."

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Just a few more days and then we'll be back home."

Kyla hummed in response. After a moment, she stepped outside with the toothbrush in her mouth, not looking very happy.

"Last night's prank was so much fun," Carla said while rummaging through her bag, clearly not noticing Kyla's distressed face.

"What's wrong?" I asked Kyla.

"This tastes weird," she said. "Did the two of you do something?"

"What, no!" Carla responded.

Kyla turned to me with squinting eyes, accusing me.

"What?" I exclaimed and she raised her eyebrows in response. "I didn't do anything!"

She walked back into the bathroom and I heard the faucet running. I got up and went to the bathroom where she was rinsing her mouth.

I said, "If I wanted to prank the two of you, I wouldn't do something as juvenile as doing something to your toothbrushes. Besides, it's probably the dust here."

Carla tried to squeeze into the already crowded bathroom and said, "While the two of you argue, I am going to shower."

"Wait, but I need to brush," I said.

"Too late," she said and shut the bathroom door.

Groaning, I walked back to my bed. Kyla still looked mad at me even though I had no clue what she was on about.

"If you did do that, Ava, watch your back," Kyla threatened, glaring at me, looking pissed.

I stared at her for a moment and then, I burst out laughing. Why was she being so melodramatic? She continued staring at me, which only made me laugh more. My laughter was cut short by Carla's shrill shriek echoing through the cabin.

Kyla and I ran to the bathroom door.

"What's wrong?" Kyla yelled, banging on the door.

"I thought we were a team!" Carla shouted. "I can't believe you would do this!"

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"This is so gross," Carla said out-loud.

"Carla, open up," Kyla demanded and a few moments later, Carla opened the door.

A towel was wrapped around her loosely and her damp hair had some gooey white substance clinging on to it. It was just as Carla had described it- gross.

"What is that?" I asked, horrified.

"I don't know, Ava, why don't you tell us?" she demanded in an accusing tone.

You have got to be kidding me.

I walked into the bathroom to see more of the white gooey stuff on the floor and the shower head. Reaching up to remove the shower head, I tried not to cringe as my fingers touched the substance. I peered inside to find more of the same thing but some powdery substance too.