I get ready for school within ten minutes and run to the staircase. I will appear there after a long weekend of three days, and they still have not found Rosemary. The day is going to be a long one, but I am ready for it.
Yesterday I spent the rest of my night in my new room, after forcibly sending all of them out. Almost everybody, except Lazarus, showed the same concern. They didn't want to leave me alone with the latest addition to my life. I had to do something completely out of my character at a certain point. I shouted at them with all my might, with few choice curse words, and watched them scurrying away.
It was funny, to be honest.
I enter the kitchen in a rush. I don't know whether someone has made me any breakfast, but I do know now where bread, jam and other condiments are kept. I make myself a sandwich and gobble it up, then pour myself a glass full of orange juice. Once I am done, I wash my plate hastily.
