In Over Her Head by Melody Fitzpatrick Page A

Suddenly, my teeth are piercing through the English muffin and into the soft, squishy egg. Ewwwww … this was an epically bad idea.
    â€œHmmm … Do you know what my daughter ate this morning?” the captain asks.
    He doesn’t wait for me to answer, which is good because I definitely couldn’t right now.
    â€œShe had carrot juice, a bowl of blueberries, and a spinach-and-egg-white omelette. And do you know why she …”
    The mention of egg white seals the deal for my topsy-turvy tummy, and suddenly the captain sounds like the teacher from Charlie Brown: “… wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh …”
    I swallow hard, trying to postpone the inevitable. I can feel my stomach starting to contract, pushing everything upwards. This is not good …
    Fortunately, the barfing is over pretty quick; the unfortunate thing, however, is that the captain is in the line of fire when my stomach finally decides to blow.
    â€œI’m … I’m sorry. Um …” I stammer.

    Henry’s eyes bulge as he presses his smiling lips together, trying to hold back his laughter. The captain throws him a warning glare, and then shifts his furious eyes back to me.
    â€œFirst my trophy, and now my favourite shoes. Is there something you are trying to tell me, Miss Smart?”
    I don’t dare answer; for all I know, it’s one of those rhetorical questions.
    â€œMassimo! Some disinfectant and a rag please,” the captain orders loudly.
    â€œYes, Captain,” Massimo answers, a rag and spray bottle already in his hands.
    As soon as the captain has been cleaned up and sent on his way with a cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich of his own (double standard much?) Massimo brings me a cup of ginger tea.
    â€œHannah, what has happened? You were fine yesterday.”
    I hold up my bare wrists.
    â€œWhere are your bands?” Massimo shakes his head in confusion.
    â€œI don’t know.” I frown. “I took them off before my shower and now they’re gone.”
    â€œHannah, Hannah, Hannah.” Henry clicks his tongue, smirking. “What are we going to do with you?”
    â€œI don’t know.” I shrug, too weak to come up with a witty comeback.
    â€œCome on. I’ll help you look,” Henry says, taking the cup of tea from my hand. “They’ve got to be around here somewhere.”
    We search my cabin, the bathroom, and even the hallway, but they’re nowhere to be found.
    â€œWhy did you take them off, anyway?” Henry asks.
    â€œI didn’t want them to get wet,” I answer.
    â€œGood idea.”
    â€œYeah, I didn’t even think about it until Piper reminded me.” I smile. “She was actually super sweet this morning.”
    â€œPiper, sweet?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “That’s interesting.”
    I look at him strangely for a second, and then suddenly, I get it … Piper.

8
    How to Outfox a Fox
    S o , after checking lost and found (just in case), and having the captain ask at our morning meeting if anyone had seen them (which wasn’t fun — he called me irresponsible in front of everyone), I’ve come to the conclusion that my seasickness bands are gone forever.

    Henry frowns. “I hate to tell you this, Hannah …”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI think you’re going to have to lie down. You look terrible.”
    â€œI feel terrible.”
    â€œWant me to walk you back to your room?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œSo, what are you gonna do? You can’t call her on it. She’ll just deny it.”
    â€œI don’t even know if it was her, Henry.”
    â€œI do,” he says, opening my door.
    â€œWe don’t know for sure, Henry, and I can’t risk breaking the no drama rule . Even though I’m sick, I don’t want to be sent home.”
    â€œOkay, well, lie down for a bit. Maybe you’ll feel better by the time we’re ready for the