Wednesday July 15, 2020, 15:10 P.M

I didn't take my dinner yet. With the Blueberry Island challenge, I took most of my time with my friends. I don't know if I consider the fact that I'm now a groupe chef positive or negative, but I must say I have this sort of power, no?

Anyways, we're all voted group chefs, and later on, we'll have a meeting to present ourselves to the rest of the camp. In my opinion, there must be about fifteen groups, yet the younger ones surely don't have a boss for their good.

Effectively, the Owl group following me, I'm walking towards the giant platform with my name, where other chefs are already installed. From afar, I watch groups place themselves, sitting on plastic chairs right in front of me.

I'm slightly nervous; I don't know whether I have to say something or not or if I have to keep standing there poetically.

- Ready, Cassandra? Olivia whispers to me from the front row.

- I suppose. I respond distractly, watching the last group as it arrives.

 Miss Weird comes at the same moment, a malicious smile on her lips, her eyes shining.

- So! Today, a few groups participated in the confidential voting of the group chef. I suppose you have heard of the advantages, and that you have shared your rules with your group. The goal is to present yourself to the other groups, as you'll have to share your rules!

Everyone show a proud smile, as the chef of the Frog group walks over.

- My name's Benjamin and I'm the chef of the Frog Group. My rules? No violence, respect, autonomy, property. That's all.

A young girl with curly pink hair comes; it's her turn.

 - Clemency. Chef of the leopard group. My rules:  respect, autonomy, listening, indulgence, self-love.

I narrow my eyes, confused, as another boy walks over, his black hair falling in front of his eyes, giving him an emo look.

 - Samuel. Grizzly group chef. My rules, security, well-being, respect, good attitude.

A girl walks with a look of triumph, standing in front of the crown with arrogance. After her, it's me..

- Myriam. Eagle group chef. My rules: no violence, no inappropriate behaviour, perfection of the comportment and bowing in front of the chef.

Puzzled, I arch a brow and hide a smirk. Oops, it's my turn.

- Cassandra. Owl group chef. My rules: no violence, no complotting, respect of everyone.

At my very own surprise, Audrey starts applauding from the front row. Silently, everyone shift to me and begin clapping their hands as well, leaving me bewildered, in the middle of my platform.