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They hadn't thought it through very well, to be honest. After a life time of eating rotten food and left overs, they were too excited to realize that real food might make them sick.
And it did make them sick. Very much. It was very unpleasant.
"I'm gonna die." Carlos groaned as he leaned over his bucket again. The cheeseburgers had tasted good going down... Up, not so much. Jay groaned in agreement from his position behind the bed (how and why he was there, Carlos had no idea.)
"They're trying to poison us." Jay whimpered, "This is how we die."
"You two are-are babies." Mal huffed, though she regretted it as nausea and dizziness overwhelmed her for a moment. She hadn't eaten as much as the boys and Evie had, so she was just well enough to put up with their suffering. The kids didn't quite trust anyone at the school to help, so it was up to her to keep them together. She groaned and rubbed a hand over her face.
"Evie isn't complaining like you guys are!" In fact, Evie had been silent for a while, now that Mal thought about it.
"Where... Where is she?" Carlos's eyebrows furrowed as he looked around slowly and realized the other girl wasn't in the room. Mal's eyes widened fractionally as she realized she didn't know where Evie had gone.
A quick glance around the room turned up nothing, so she went to check the bathroom. She found Evie on the floor of the bathroom, asleep.
With an annoyed sigh Mal turned back to the boys. "Found her." She mentally wondered if the diva would be okay on the floor, but decided they had slept in worse places. And moving her could prove disastrous.
She was about to say something else when a loud ringing sounded through the building. The sound filled Mal and the others with dread and fear. Mal broke out into a cold sweat as her head pounded.
The dinner bell.
"I'm gonna--hermph!" Maybe Mal was sick too.