-John Jay P.O.V.-
When the breakfast bell rang, I was to tired to care. I shoved my pillow over my head and blocked the sound from my ears. I try to remember where I am, and then I think about the burping contest last night and now I remember what happened and all about how I came to College. It's weird how fast you can sometimes forget things. They're already outside making our own breakfast, James and Charles. I step out to see the huge stack of pancakes on my plate. I dump nearly the entire bottle of syrup on my stack of pancakes and then swirl way to much whipped cream on top and finished it of with a bowl of fruit salad beside the plate. Charles is an amazing cook, it turns out, and he makes the best pancakes I've EVER tasted. And I've eaten a LOT of pancakes. Snarfing my food down is the easy part, moving afterwords however... yea. Charles is flying through the room yelling "I'm a ghost! Wheeeeeeeee!" over and over again, but I'm not annoyed. This is our day that we're staying home. Along with many others. We watch a lot of TV and then make a little fort and pretend we're stuck in the wilderness. We do a lot of stuff like eating candy and junk and making a mess if the rooms. All in just under two hours. There's a pool on the main floor, so we quickly head over to hang out and go down water slides while Charles yells "Wheeeeeee!' and then we go to the hot tub. Charles turns invisible because there are other people in the hot tub, two girls, one with pale skin and black hair, the other with dark curly hair and a dark-ish skin tone. They seem like your average College students, but still we can trust no one wit Charles's secret.