“Uugghh, I can’t believe that guy,” said Heather, finally putting on her shirt. “I can’t believe he thinks we would do something indecent.”

Chris replied, “Yeah, but in his defense, you didn’t have a shirt on. That would seem kind of suspicious.”

“I guess you have a point. I’m hungry so take me to the dining hall.”

“Geez, so demanding,” murmured Chris under his breath. “Come on Heather, Let’s go.”

The two left their room and started walking down the hallway. Francis’ house somewhat resembled a hotel floor. They passed various rooms and doors, one of them catching Heather’s eye [Pool].

“No way! This place even has a pool.”

“Yeah, but it's not like we will be able to go swimming in it. I doubt you packed a swimsuit.”

“Who says I need a swimsuit.”

“Well then, what exactly are you thinking?”

“None of your business!” exclaimed Heather, embarrassed.

The two continued down the hall to the dining room. Francis was already sitting there, waiting impatiently. Dinner that night was chicken parmesan with buttered noodles. During the meal, Heather whispered something to Francis. Francis nodded, then looked up at Chris and asked, “Hey bud, how about we all go swimming in the pool after the movie tonight.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about the movie, but yeah, swimming sounds fun.”

“Alright, then that’s that.”

Shortly after that Chris, Heather, and Francis finished eating. They got up and walked together to the large, in-home movie theater. The movie they watched was about a man who got stranded on an island. During the movie, they discussed what they would have done if they were in that situation. After the movie, the three friends walked down to the room with the pool in it. As soon as they entered the room, Chris and Francis quickly took off their shirts and dove headfirst into the water. Heather, following shortly after, took off her shirt and shorts and jumped in, splashing Chris and Francis. Chris, now upset because of the events that happened before dinner, was ready to say something to her. Francis quickly pushed his head underwater, lifted it up, whispering in his ear. “Don’t worry about it. Just have fun and don’t stress over anything.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who was beaten half to death for being a pervert.”

“Hey Heather, glad you could join us,” said Francis, in an attempt to change the subject.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” exclaimed Heather.

The three spent three hours in the pool. Chris seemed to notice that Heather and Francis were whispering to each other, nodding from time to time, smirking. Francis swam to the edge of the pool and looked at his phone.

“Holy crap! It’s already 11:00 we better get to bed.”

“You’re right. Plus, I’m getting tired,” said Chris, grabbing a towel to dry his hair.

The three kids went back to their rooms. They stopped at Francis’ room, which was closest to the poolroom. They all said goodnight and Chris and Heather walked towards their room.

Heather stopped one last time and turned to Francis. “Are we still doing the thing right?”

Francis smiled in response. “Yep, everything is in place.”

Heather ran to catch up with Chris, who already was walking back to the room.

“Sooo, you like him now?”

“NOO! gross, of course not.” Heather said, shaking her head.

“Then what thing are you talking about?”

“It’s a secret,” Heather said, smiling.

“Of course it is,” Chris said under his breath.

When they got to their room, they went in together, but Heather took her clothes to the bathroom. When Heather returned to the room Chris was already asleep in his bed. It was time for her to execute the plan. Francis had his butler put a manikin, black wig, and plastic wrap in their closet. Making sure he was asleep, Heather put the wig on the manikin and one of her shirts. She put the manikin under the blanket next to where he was sleeping. She set her alarm for 6:30 and went to sleep.

Saturday: Project Eden launch -36:00:00

The sun was shining through the window into Chris’ eyes. He slowly opened his eyes to see Heather in the bed next to him. In a half-dazed voice he asked, “Heather, what are you doing here.” He reached out his arm and shook her by the shoulders. Still no response. He went to roll her onto her back, but when he pulled her arm, it came off. Startled by this, he jumped back, falling off the bed. Now that he was fully awake he looked back on the bed to realize that it wasn’t Heather sleeping next to him, but the torso of a manikin. He was furious. He began the walk out of the room when an invisible barrier clothes-lined Chris, putting him once again on the floor.

Down the hall he could hear two sets of voices, both laughing hysterically. “So that was what their plan was,” he thought to himself. When he entered the dining room, he saw Heather leaning over Francis’ shoulder laughing at something on his phone. Chris could see Francis had tears coming down his eyes.

“What could possibly be that funny?” Chris said sarcastically.

“You, dorkbutt,” said Heather, now gasping for air.

“Ha ha, so funny,” continued Chris in his sarcastic voice.

Chris walked over to the table that had drinks on it and grabbed two glasses of water.

“Are you thirsty or something?” Francis asked as Chris stood behind him.

“Yeah. For REVENGE!”

Chris dumped both glasses of water over both Francis and Heather’s Head.

“Now who’s laughing.”

“Still us, because now you have to mop the floor.”

Both Francis and Heather began laughing again as the excitement drained from Chris’ face.

“You know I’m only joking, but now I need to get back at you for making my shirt wet.”