After a wonderful, uninterrupted good night’s sleep. I yawned and sat up in my dorm room’s bed. I reached over to my cell phone. Its beeping was actually what woke me up. I checked and it was Dr. Penny. She said that they would meet me at the infirmary at 7:30 AM, and that the three of us would walk over to Archimedes for my tests.

I checked the time, and it was already six AM. If I was at home, it would have been my regular time to get up. Now, however, I’d be running late already. I got my bathrobe, my last fresh towel, et cetera, and went to the bathroom. I found it locked, so I knocked. Arianne opened it, and before she could start yelling, she noticed it was me.

“Oh, Val!” she said. “It is you. Anyway, I am done, so the bathroom is all yours.”

“Hey, Arianne. How about the others?”

“They have already been here. I am actually the last – I am running late. Anyway, it is all yours. You had better take this – it is my key to the bathroom. Keep it – I will borrow the others’.”

“Thanks, Arianne.” I gave her a spontaneous hug. I wasn’t thinking - it was automatic – I just hoped it was okay, but Arianne didn’t seem to be weirded out by it or offended in any way.

“Ce n'est rien, ma Cherie,” she said. “We will see you at the cafeteria?”

“Oui,” I said, grinning – I was able to use “Oui” in a sentence! Yay!

Arianne grinned. “7 du matin?

“Aucun probleme,” I said, still grinning. ”Au revoir.”

I closed the door and locked it so that no other students could barge in. I then went to the toilet to relieve myself, still unable to poop, went to the counter to brush my teeth, took my robe and clothes off, and had another quick shower. I was feeling it now and wasn’t avoiding… exploring anymore, but I was running late, so I decided I’d have some fun later.

After a quick shower, drying myself and the usual ablutions, I put on panties and my bathrobe, and rushed back to my room. There, I picked a fresh bralette and inserted a pair of the smallest size padding. Putting them on, I posed in front of the mirror. Maybe I made the mistake of picking the medium pads, or maybe it’s just how I was standing. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I then slid into a pair of bikini panties. I styled my hair, again following Andre’s instructions, and then did the minimal makeup thing Ma taught me.

I then came to the inevitable picking-out-my-outfit thing. In my short time being a girl, I’ve come to know that picking my clothes is the harder thing. Anyway, this time, I decided on one of the sundresses. I picked out the banana-yellow one with big white lilies all over. The problem was that the sundress was too thin and therefore not suited to Canadian weather. So I looked at what I could wear underneath. What I found was a capped-sleeve, white v-neck thermal bodysuit. I put it on and then picked a pair of black thermal tights. Putting it on, I then snapped the snaps of the bodysuit’s crotch over the tights. I then put on the comparatively thin sundress over the bodysuit, and then a mustard-colored cardigan. I then slid into a pair of medium-heeled slingbacks. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with my look. I thought I looked a little bit like Taylor Swift, which was what I was aiming for.

I then checked my black-leather Picnic backpack and added my laptop to the things inside. I then spritzed myself with some of the perfume we got and went out. I encountered a lot of the kids – all of them going to the cafeteria, the same as me. I said hello to the ones who greeted me and followed them.

Unlike Delos High, Troy House actually had four cafeterias instead of just one, so I peeked inside each and found the girls in the third one.

They waved and I went over. I bussed all of them on the cheek and then fell in line going to the counter, smiling politely at the people around me. I decided to follow the lead of the girls in front of me and ended up picking a banana, a cinnamon muffin, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Not as substantial as I was used to, but if this was enough for these girls, then it’s enough for me.

I went back to our table and the girls and I had a lively chat. Basically, we were planning what to do in the afternoon. The bell rang - too early, I felt - and they all headed for class. As for me, I didn’t hurry too much and waited for everyone to leave the cafeteria, and by the time everyone had left, I had finished my leisurely breakfast, bused my tray, and went in search of the infirmary.

I eventually found it, and when I got there, I found Dr. Penny, but Dr. Maia was still missing.

“Dressed impeccably as usual,” she said and gave me a light hug. A few minutes later, Dr. Maia came in, slightly puffing.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I called up Daimon back in Delos and asked him to send all of Val’s data. Anyway, let’s go?”

We left Troy House and started walking to Archimedes. I was glad for the thermal bodysuit and tights – it was pretty cold out, but we got to Archimedes shortly.

Inside, Dr. Penny got them to prepare a visitor’s ID for me, complete with picture (someone used their phone to get a picture of me), and we went in: security was pretty tight in the building, and without the ID, I wouldn’t be able to get in and walk around the place.

We ended up in an examination lab, and I hopped on the examination table.

“Should I change into one of those examination smocks?” I asked.

“No need,” Dr. Penny said, who had put on a lab coat. “There won’t be any invasive procedures. Just take off your cardigan. Essentially, we’re going to get about 170 MLs of blood from you every day for your entire stay in Saint John, and then we’ll also be doing exhaustive interviews as well as very exact physical measurements of you.”

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes. We have all the scans that we need from your exams in Delos, and these are the only remaining things we need.”

“Why 170 milliliters?” I asked.”

“Only one unit of blood is safe to extract every couple of months, so we’re stretching the extraction out to three days so you won’t be too affected. In any case, we can do a lot of tests on a half-liter of blood.”

“Okay… gross, actually.”

“Not to worry,” she said.

Dr. Maia came in with what looked like a test tube with a stopper, and a rubber ball the size of a tennis ball. She then tied a rubber tube around my right arm. “Ready?”

“I guess…”

When she found a vein, she then stuck a needle on the end of an IV tube into the vein. “Ow!”

She then put the ball in my hand. “’K. squeeze the ball – it’ll help pump the blood into the test tube.”

I rhythmically squeezed the ball regularly and my blood slowly filled up the glass container.

“Okay! All done!”

I stopped and Dr. Maia unstuck the needle. She rubbed the little puncture with a cotton swab and took the tube of my blood.

“So, that it?”

“No, not completely. Now comes the hard part. Interviews!!!” She laughed like an evil mad scientist from some B movie.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

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