But I don't wake up in my own bed as I hoped. I'm not at home with Ruby, soon to be fighting over who gets the last of the Krave cereal. I won't be curled up in bed with my favourite book or in the park sitting in my favourite tree. I wake up in the same bed that I fell asleep in- the hospital bed. Everyone else in my ward, or 'dorm' as we'd been told to call it, is still asleep, and I wish I was too.

I struggle to push myself to a sitting position, not leaving it until I've woken up properly. I grab my brush from the bedside table and attempt to comb my bed hair, with no mirror to see what I actually look like. I decide to explore the hospital some more because so far I've only seen how to get to the entrance from my room. I hope I don't get lost.

I walk to the reception to find it empty, just a few papers with writing scribbled on them occupying the desks and tables. I see about a dozen sheets of A4 paper, filled with lists of our names and ages in neat writing. There are even more names than there was yesterday.

With nothing to do, I walk to the toilets, lock myself in a cubicle and start looking through the stuff I've bought with me, in my still unpacked bag. Before I packed I watched 'Bear Grylls: A Complete Survival Guide' to get an idea of what I'd need in a life or death situation. I re-read the list that I've written: torch, spare batteries, knife, food, water, painkillers, bandages, plasters, notebook, big bag and spare clothes and underwear.

I admit that I might be taking this too far. Making a list is the best way for me to calm down when I'm stressed out, or to occupy myself when I'm bored. Back at home, I have a whole notebook full of random lists I'd made when I was stressed out or bored. Now I wish I'd brought it with me, just so I could read over all of the lists again for something to do. I read mine over and over again, but after the third time, I hear a knock on the door and a quick shuffle of feet.

"Excuse me, love?" It's a woman's voice. "Do you mind if I have a word with you when you're done?"

"Uh... sure." I stuff everything back into my bag and flush the toilet, pretending that I've actually used it. I step out of the cubicle and see a small woman with blonde hair looking up at me, waiting to speak. At 5 foot 11 inches, I'm used to looking down to speak to people, but this woman barely even looks 5 foot tall.

"What's up?" I try to sound confident, actually being quite nervous about the fact that a stranger followed me into the bathroom and couldn't wait until everyone else was awake to talk to me, or even until I'd left the toilets.

"Seeing as you're the oldest in your dorm... "

"Actually..." I interrupt her "...the girl with red hair is my twin, so we're the same age."

"Well, I'm sure she won't mind! Just tell her I didn't know you two were the same age, okay?" The looks up at me with an impatient face, probably hoping I already knew what she's talking about.

"Won't mind? About what?"

"I'd like you to be, in a way, in charge of your dorm room from now on." I stare at her, not knowing how to reply. Why would we need someone in charge of a room? "You'll need to make sure everyone's in bed on time, that no one fights with each other, you know, things like that."

"I guess so." I don't want to, but she might think I'm rude if I refuse.

"Great! And for a special treat, you'll be rewarded with some sweets at the end of the week if you do well."

"I don't like sweets." How old does the think I am?

"Then we'll find something else for you. You certainly seem mature enough for it." I smile feebly, trying to look happy. Even though I don't completely despise the idea of being in charge of my dorm, what if I'm not good at it?

"We're choosing one person from each dorm room to be in charge to help out a bit. It makes it a little easier for the adults, you know? So I'll leave you to it then, I'll inform everyone at dinner tomorrow."

"Wait! It's not that big a deal, is it? Will my sister be upset that she wasn't chosen?"

"No, no, it's fine, no one's gonna' make a big fuss over it. Also, I need to know your name so I can add it to the list."

"My name's Lilly."

"Hi Lilly, I'm Becky. Thank you for doing this for us."

And with that she walks away, leaving me standing awkwardly in front of the cubicle door. I frown and walk over to the sinks to wash my hands, just in case she sees me walking out without doing it. It feels annoyingly cliché, but I look up to the mirror and stare at myself for a few seconds, talking to the person on the other side of the glass.

"How can I be in charge of the dorm? I've never been a leader, always a follower. I know that I'm gonna' mess up somehow, but it might be a little bit fun." The person on the other side stares back at me worriedly. What the hell am I doing? Even my reflection thinks I'm weird now.