**Allison's POV**
I can't find my pink journal! I've torn through everything, searching like a madwoman. Could Zain have it? Or maybe Darius—did he take it again, even after giving it back last time? Damn it! What do I do? There's some pretty incriminating stuff in there… notes about the mission, and maybe even my real plans, though coded in a way that only someone clever enough could unravel. I used fantasy to disguise the characters, but still, a sharp literary mind might guess the truth. What if they realize the little girl plotting to steal her master's golden orb is me? The orb, of course, being my ticket to freedom.
"Hey, Yasmin?" I knock gently on the top bunk. She's lost in her music, headphones on, swaying to some beat I can't hear.
"Yeah?" She pulls them off, flashing me her usual, too-friendly smile.
"Um, sorry to bother you so early, but… have you seen a small pink journal anywhere?"
