9

J A D E

I was sitting in my room, reading a book while Bluey was in his cage, sleeping soundly.

The next morning, Markov brought a huge cage and all the bird necessities. He was surprised that Bluey was already eating fruit from my hand, but I told him it was because I was feeding him the first day.

"What are you doing in here? Why aren't you with your friends?" I asked, closing my book and looking at Eliza. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a crop top. Her long, blond hair was braided into two braids. She had her usual black eyeliner on and a small amount of makeup. She was dressed ready to go outside.

"I came to see if you wanted to join us. We're going to the clubhouse. We have a bar and a pool table. You'll like it." She offered.

"Really? You're inviting me out with you?"

"Yeah, you've been locked in this room for too long. Plus, Markov won't stop talking about you, so this will shut him up for a bit," she said, making me laugh.

"You're not going to tell me that I'm no