None of the boys had any clue what I was talking about. I decided to check them first, mostly because then I could stay and talk to Contri once I'd finished.

"Have you guys seen a rock? Maybe this size, very rock-like? I 'misplaced' it earlier." Sam and Emerald shrugged, going back to doing whatever they were doing, but Contri held up a hand.

"Like this?" And she held up The Rock. My jaw dropped.

"Yeah, er, where'd it get it?"

She pondered for a second, before saying, "I was the last one out of the classroom. I think I found it on the ground. I kind of forget." I ran over to Contri and snatched the rock from her hands, putting it (more carefully then before) into my pocket. "By the way," she said, "why did you want it so bad?"

"It was my dad's," I muttered, hopefully loud enough for her to hear it, before rushing back into my room. I pulled my suitcase out from under my bed and searched it for a good hiding place. Before shoving it in a sock, I glanced back at Terra, feeling relieved to see that she was still on her phone, and not, in fact, staring at the back of my head. Weird. I could've sworn someone was watching me. I sat on the bed and kicked the suitcase under, looking at the clock. It was 5:37, later than I'd thought it was but also earlier. Time works in weird ways like that.

I pulled my phone from my back pocket and opened up a book I'd been reading lately. 17th chapter, here I come.

Half an hour later it was the 24th chapter I was shouting at (Hey, one of my favourite characters died. Evil author.).

"Could you be the slightest bit quieter? I'm trying to play a game here," Terra complained, but she'd barely finished her sentence when the door flew open.

"We're eating," Contri said, leaving the door open and heading down the hall. Terra and I walked out the door and joined the end of the cluster-line, going down the stairs for food.

The selection was not quite as extravagent as lunch had been, consisting of grilled chicken breasts and hamburger buns. And salad. I ate.

I finished last, gulping down my last glass of milk with a smile.

"Supers, this is the last time I will tell you where to go. Yes, there will be bells whenever a new class starts, but if you are late, you will collect points. Points are bad. If you get enough of them, you get a detention. Lights out is at ten, which you probably know but I will remind you anyways. So many kids only pretend to read the schedule." She smiled, a genuine smile, and started to walk out of the room. "Good night."

We filed out.

It was only 6:30, when I checked the clock back in Terra's and my room. I groaned. Still four and a half hours until I met Maddi and mystery person in the kitchen, hopefully talking about actual important things and not having a romantic rendezvous.

That would be awkward.

I sat down on my bed, quickly glancing over to see what Terra was doing. She was back on her phone, just like before, except this time there was a tear trickling down her cheek.

"How could you," she muttered. "You were her friend." She proceeded to yell at the phone about how someone couldn't be dead (I wasn't listening that hard) eventually tossing it across the room. It plopped into my lap.

I didn't toss it back. A case of the feels should not be treated with even more of the cause. I knew this for certain. The deadly days of fangirling over Harry Potter three years ago had turned me into knowledgeable person about this sort of thing.

Out of curiousity, I looked at the screen. Luckily, it hadn't turned off. I read the first few lines before quickly averting my eyes.

Spoilers, much? I tossed the phone back to Terra and said, "I guess we have similar taste in books." She looked up.

"What do you mean?"

I pointed at her phone. "I'm reading that. Except I'm 200 or so pages behind you. I've barely met Donna, and now you're telling me she's dead?"

Terra sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, it was kind of a sudden death."

We chatted a bit about The Tales of Tape, and the next time I looked at the clock it was three hours later. We'd been in a really intense discussion if Line should trust David for an hour or so, before deciding we'd have to wait. It hadn't been either of their POVs in forever (where Terra was, anyways) and it was hard to tell.

Fish. And I needed to get that homework done, too.