SEVEN

"Miss Orenciana?"

I looked at the owner of that voice. I bumped into not an object but a person. Not just an ordinary person. It's Apollo Madrid! The Camp Commander! Or maybe my eyes are just deceiving me.I was too irritated with him earlier so I hallucinated that he was there in front of me. I laughed softly. That stinky alcohol hit me differently. I see many impossible things.

I pointed at him with my index finger. I open and close my eyes so that I don't fall asleep suddenly.

"You know, you look like Apollo Madrid,the tiger! You look like an identical twin because you look exactly his face", I said in a drunken voice.

"Miss Orenciana, are you drunk?" Apollo frowned when he asked me. I laughed even more.

"A-awesome! Even your voices are similar to his! I have memorized his voice..when I hear him, my whole being immediately gets irritated with him! You know that? He is the one I hate here in the camp. In addition to his bad attitude, his breath also stinks," I told the Apollo Madrid