Mary-Allison Flagstone

Great, another night I can’t remember. I hate Belzaar. I hate this place so much. The fur blanket is warm though, it’s difficult to come out from underneath it. It’s comforting. Under it, I can hide from the world—Or maybe just Belzaar. Henry might be on to something, telling me to leave the island. ‘What time is it—Time to face the day.

Except…this isn’t my room. It’s familiar like mine, but this is definitely not my room. Too many ...