Chapter 8

As per usual upon awakening, Cameroon was nowhere to be discovered. I had grown accustomed to this, so I didn't let it bother me too much. With a yawn, I rose from my bed and proceeded to change into my morning attire. Descending the stairs, I entered the kitchen in search of sustenance. For some inexplicable reason, I awoke that morning with an insatiable hunger.

I found myself in the kitchen, devouring a sandwich, when Blair stormed in with a scowl etched upon her face. "First thing in the morning and you're already on a food hunt. I wonder if you were deprived of nourishment as a child," she sneered.

Choosing to ignore her snide comment, I continued to quietly consume my sandwich. I lacked the energy to engage in an argument, especially not this morning. Blair seemed frustrated by my lack of response and forcefully shoved me aside as she walked past. However, even this act failed to elicit a reaction from me.

Coming to a halt, she turned to face me. "By the way, I hope you haven't