Eleanor woke way earlier than she needed to when Mandy crawled over the top of her getting out of the bunk.

What’s going on? It’s Sunday, isn’t it?” Eleanor mumbled into her pillow.

Amazingly, Mandy seemed to understand her. “Yeah. Don’t mind me. My internship messaged me that there were a couple of problems with the project I turned in yesterday.”

Eleanor rubbed her eyes and sat up. “They’re not allowed to call you in on your designated day off. You’re a secondary school student in an internship, not a critical worker.”

“I’m not really working,” Mandy said, “just fixing something I got wrong so that it doesn’t become a big problem later. They’re not paying me or anything.”

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