NINE

I looked for nothing while we ate in the camp canteen. I feel like my mind is floating on a cloud. Until now, I didn't think that Commander Apollo would seriously consider adding more time to my squatting. He wasn't kidding when he said I had to squat for three more hours! He felt pity for me so he didn't include the two hours. So here I am now, floating in the clouds.

"Beau" Pocholo's called my attention. But I didn't look at him. I don't have the energy to even talk right now.

"Beau," he called again.

"Why? You keep calling me. My ears can't bear it." I answered, irritated. Does he not understand? If I don't answer, it means don't call me again. It's just common sense. He hasn't used his.

"Did you sleep well? How many hours did you sleep?" He asked worriedly.

I looked at him. I can already imagine my black circle around my eyes. My eyebags just have enough to fight because they