34 Meimi
Knock, knock.
Someone’s at my dorm room door. The place looks like a nine-year-old girl’s fantasy from old Earth. Lots of pink, poufs, and dolls. It’s a little weird.
Okay, a lot weird, considering how I’m seventeen.
For hours now, I’ve been sitting on my pretty princess coverlet, trying to rethink my scheme for the Liberation Celebration. Although the decor here is odd, someone did think to bring up my data pad. I keep going over sections of my plans, trying to make things work again.
Nada.
Here’s the trouble. So much centered on the fact that I could move around backstage while Thorne watched the guards. Now, I’m stuck hanging out with Josiah and Luci.
Knock, knock.
There it is again.
“Who is it?” I ask.
“It’s Luci. May I come in?”
An idea appears. If I can get some i
