I had never felt more refreshed in my entire life and bounded out of the bed and into the bathroom. As the hot water cascaded over me I noticed someon... standing in the doorway. A big black blob whose features were distorted by the fogged glass of the stall. I flung open the door and nobody was there. There was still much exploring to do in my new home. Rooms upon rooms full of old newspapers and various collected objects, a closet stacked high with coffee cans and mayonnaise jars and a room. I grit my teeth as I watch her out of the corner of my eye gather her belongings and hover against the far wall clearly waiting to speak with me.What in the hell did she want? I take in a calming breath and center myself. Actually her sticking around was for the best. Once the other students had left I could speak with her alone and politely ask her never to show her face here again.Had things not ended the way they did between us I might have been begging for her forgiveness. I was not proud. One of them was darker skinned with very Italian features while the other defined the typical surfer dude. Both were dressed similarly in board shorts and a sleeveless tee, the Italian with matching camouflage shirt and shorts while the curly blonde wore a white sleeveless tee, which was probably a size too small on him but he made it look good, and really badass Quicksilver plaid-style shorts. Her jaw hit her chest when she zoomed in closer on their faces; surfer boy had some of the bluest. ."Megan smiled as Daniele slowly sat on the stool across from her. "Um, Idon't think I had anything to do with that," she said, pointing toDaniele's extended stomach.Daniele felt her face flush. "Well if you would have thrown the damngame! And if you hadn't made such a mean wish..." she started beforerealizing this line of thinking would get her nowhere.Megan sighed. "I'm sorry about the wish," she said earnestly. "But it'snot like you made a better one, is it? At least I didn't make you.