"Hey. Wake up."
Linda's voice sliced through Chloe's sleep like a blade. Sharp, impatient, too loud.
Chloe didn't open her eyes. She groaned, voice rough with exhaustion, and rolled to the other side of the bed. The sheets tangled around her legs. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Her whole body was heavy with sleep she hadn't earned.
"I told you never to forcibly wake me up," she muttered into the pillow.
"orry for the rudeness then." Linda replied. Voice firm.
"Would it kill you to wait alittle bit longer?"
"Teacher Beatrice is looking for you." Linda didn't even pretend to care about the warning. She yanked the blankets off in one sharp motion, cold air rushing over Chloe's skin, and then her hands were on Chloe's shoulders, hauling her upright with zero gentleness.
