AR Day 11 - Winners

Breakfast is nice. You and Adella slept in very late, so the dining room is not very full. A lot of girls have already eaten and gotten on with their day. Hardly anyone is around, and you’re sure they’re all going to the city to shop and spend the day away from this place.

The weather looks bad. It’s raining now, and it’s expected to turn into a storm. A part of you is relieved. This way you have an excuse not to spend the day with your team. You just need a little break. It will be sunny tomorrow. You can do some informal practice then.

It’s perfect. Eating breakfast with Adella while listening to the rain.

“I owe my mom a phone call,” you tell her. “A real one. That’s probably most of my morning.”

She smiles. “I have things that I should do. Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

“Yes,” you agree right away. “I’ll book the hotel.”

“Perfect.”

After breakfast, you kiss and go your separate ways. You could probably happily spend every minute of today with her, but you don’t want to come off as being too needy or clingy. Besides, you have things to do too. There are all these little details about your life that are different now because of FUTA, and you need to adjust. You need to fix your social media pages, probably look at your college courses and see what FUTA might mean for the fall semester. You know. Real life.

To your surprise, Lara’s still at the Lodge. You grab her and explain your plan to go easy today and be a little more serious tomorrow. She agrees with that approach, and it sounds like she’s heading into the city too.

“Do we know anything about where the losers went?” you ask her.

“Some camp here on the property,” she says.

“A camp? Doesn’t sound too bad,” you say.

“Unless you remember they don’t have their phones and it’s raining,” she points out.

She’s right. Lara heads upstairs, and you stretch and yawn. You need to set up a ride into the city, book a hotel room, make a shopping list… maybe you can talk to your mom in the car.

As you walk toward the stairs, Bee appears.

“You have a visitor,” she says.

“I’m sorry,” you reply.

“A visitor.”

“Where?” you ask, confused.

“Outside. In the car.”

“The car?” You follow her to the window and look. There’s a limo out there. What the heck? “Why don’t they come in?”

“Men aren’t allowed in the Lodge,” she replies.

It’s a guy? You thought maybe it was one of the producers or something, or maybe Michelle has gotten fancy and come to see you. This must be someone else. How strange.

“So I have to go and get in that car?” you ask.

“If you want to speak to him.”

You’re intrigued.