Wednesday July 15, 2020, 6:30 A.M

*Back to Cassandra's pov*

Once again, Eva woke us up this morning. I think I'm starting to get used to it. I quickly grip my clothing, sliding myself under the covers. I put on an oversized tee-shirt with a small daisy on it, along with a black sweater on top and cargos pants. I tie my hair in two french braids, walking to the cafeteria alongside Mary-Phoebe and William.

- I love your outfit, Cassandra! Comments Mary-Phoebe with a bright smile

My friend stopped her choice on a saphire crop-top with a white skirt.

- Thanks! I express my gratitude, grinning back as I grab my plate.

With the twins, we talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Suddenly, Olivia sits in front of me with a distracted gaze, her amber eyes lost in air. The tension climbs; what is SHE doing here?

- May I sit? She asks with a weak voice.

I see in her eyes that she is troubled. It's probably Audrey who did that effect to her. Filled with compassion, I nod my head, inviting her to come over, gesturing to the seat facing me. William looks at me and looks at her, bewildered.

- What do you want, Olivia? I thought you hated us...William speaks, squinting his sky blue eyes, suspicious.

 Olivia hesitates before looking at each one of us, feeling less lost and nervous.

- I know, but it looks like Audrey wasn't the one I thought she was. (She pauses and meets my eyes.) She's angry towards you, Cassandra; she wants to take her revenge. Since I wasn't agreeing with her ideas, I left.

Glad to notice that she doesn't like Audrey anymore, I give her my trust, once again.

- Thanks, Olivia. I smile genuinely, before looking over at Mary-Phoebe.

Mary-Phoebe is staring at Olivia with a critical expression, unsure about my friend's innocence. Her venitian blonde hair is blowing with the wind, but she doesn't pay attention to it; neither utter a word for the moment.

- And why should we trust you, brownie? Mary-Phoebe claims arrogantly.

Startled by the girl's sudden rudeness, Olivia narrows her eyes and nods her head vigorously, as if it was the thing she knew most in the entire world.

- Because I really like Cassandra as a friend. I got distracted by Audrey, but I really appreciate her. I know, I used to be rude, but I'm sorry, sincerely. (Olivia pauses and looks at me.) Please, give me a second chance...I can redeem forgiveness by doing anything, I promise.

***

After breakfast, I step away from my friends to go to the bathroom. Honestly, they aren't that likeable. They look like small wooden cabins, where only one person can come in. According to the cam description, there is a bowl making a hole down to the ground sitting in the middle. And here I am, in the middle of the line. I wait for my turn patiently, the joyful vegetation surrounding me. Quicker than I thought,  it is my turn. I step into the cabin and open the door, locking myself into it, in the dark. My throat tightens and I scream in terror as I discover, while opening the lights, the room filled with tarantulas, teeming everywhere.