Marcus's POV

I finished the book in about three hours. After it was finished, I had nothing left to do but sit in the tent and think. Needless to say, I was bored. After about thirty minutes of this, Bianca spoke up.

"I'm hungry," she said. "What are we going to do for lunch?" After some thought, I replied.

"I can't really go anywhere, so you're going to have to go find food."

"What!" Bianca shrieked. "I don't know the first thing about what out there is edible!"

"You'll have to bring it back here," I told her. "And don't eat anything while you're collecting!" I yelled after her when she walked outside without replying.

"Got it!" she shouted back. Then she was gone, and I was bored again.  I was so bored, I decided to count sheep to pass the time.

One sheep, two sheep, three...

I got to about 336 sheep before I fell asleep out of boredom.  The dream I had was one I've had before, but worse.

I was at school standing in the middle of the cafeteria.  The other students were standing around me in a circle.

"Look at the loser," one jeered.

"So pathetic," another said.

"What does he think he's doing here?  He doesn't belong here," called another voice.  The voices kept coming with insult after insult directed at me, until Bianca stepped out of the crowd.

"Marcus, Marcus," she scolded.  "Did you actually think you had a chance here?  With me?  You're pathetic.  You'll never have a place anywhere.  No one likes an imperfection."  She launched herself at me suddenly, screaming "Destroy the mistake!"  Everyone started charging at me.  I braced myself for impact when-

I woke up screaming and crying.  Bianca was next to me looking worried.

"Marcus?  Are you ok?  You were thrashing around."

"Yeah," I told her.  "I'm fine."

"Ok," she said cautiously.  "Anyway, I brought food."  She showed me the bag and poured the contents out onto a plastic bag we happened to have.  I made sure to check the berries carefully, throwing away any I didn't recognize.  When I'd finished,  I turned to Bianca.

"These are all edible," I told her.

"Good, I'm starving," she said.  She grabbed half of the food and started eating.  I started eating my half as well, trying not to think of the dream.