The next morning I had woken up with no memory of ever having fallen asleep. To my surprise, the other bed was no longer empty. "Annabelle?" I crept closer, "Are you awake?" The bed sheets remained still. I lightly pressed my hand against a lump that I had believed to be her shoulder and it crumbled beneath me. I jerked my hand back in surprise before ripping the sheets off the side of the bed and beheld what seemed to be a peculiar assortment of items. A lighter, blank papers, books, photographs of strangers, large sized clothes, jewelry, all stacked neatly to disguise itself as a human under the blankets. I gingerly tugged the sheets back over the pile and smoothed out the wrinkles. It was easier to just pretend I hadn't seen anything. …show more content…
I decided to wait for Oliver and Will to arrive before getting food, though I wasn't sure if they would, given the previous night's events. "You think you're better than everyone," Charlotte spoke quickly, practically throwing herself onto the bench seat in front of me, "You are." "I don't think-," I stuttered, shaking my head, "I'm not." "You're not eating?" she cocked her head to the side, "I guess it just seems over-rated for someone like you. Too mundane. You're really pretty." I searched her words for any hint of sarcasm, but found none. "Thank you," I replied in a hesitant whisper, "I have difficulty eating in front of other people." "I bet you've made tons of friends here," she smiled warmly, but it was still somehow