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Tension

Things hadn't really changed much the next morning from what I could fathom. I could tell Amy was not happy with her at all. Luckly, Jack and Wishuu were completely oblivious to the whole Amy wanting to gouge out my eyes ordeal.

Mark also seemed extra tired than usual since he must have not gotten a good night's sleep on the couch.

"I thought you had work today?"

Mark asked Amy during breakfast. We were all sitting at Mark's kitchen table. Mark sat at the head, Amy to his right then Wishuu next to her and beside Jack which then left me at the other end of the table leaving an empty chair between Mark and myself.

I didn't dare look up from my bowl of cereal because I could already feel Amy's eyes on me.

"Why? Eager to make another video?"

She asked plainly. To anyone else it would have seemed like a simple question, but to both Mark and I we knew better.

Amy was pissed.

And what was worse, I still had a whole week till the convention.