Survival Of The Fittest

[Camilla Bell- Pregame START]

Camilla picked the pitcher off the ground. Why did they keep it there? Nobody knows, but it's probably to make space on the sink counter. Still what's the point of having space if you're not going to use it?

Camilla resolved to put the pitcher on the counter beside the sink from now on, as she turned on the tap and watched the pitcher slowly fill with water.

Was it even her turn to water the gardening club's plants? Who even did that yesterday? But that was irrelevant, Camilla was the one doing it now. Hopefully, nobody watered them earlier in the day. Actually, wouldn't that be a blessing? No, because the plants might get waterlogged. No matter, she assured herself she would just check the soil before watering each plant.

Camilla walked to the row of ferns on the windowsill . The afternoon sun glared through the window, causing her to squint for a few seconds, before her eyes adjusted to the brightness. First plant, she poked the soil. It didn't seem very wet, it probably wasn't watered today. So, she tipped the pitcher over, just enough for a drizzle of water, which sprinkled over into the soil. After a few seconds, she pulled the pitcher back up. That should be enough, hopefully.

Camilla stepped to the side, to water the next plant.

Soon, all five of the ferns were watered. As Camilla presumed, none of them had been watered earlier today. So no waterlogged ferns, that was good.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Camilla returned the empty pitcher to the counter. Maybe someone would put it back on the floor, who knows. For now though, it was on the counter, and hopefully it would stay like that for a while.

Camilla headed out the door, closing it behind her. No after-school clubs today. Which was nice, since she could use some rest.

[Camilla Bell continued in Cut the Thread]