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A loud knock on the door wakes me up with a jolt. Then, with a groan, I drag myself out of bed and walk toward the door. I open it and snap, "What?" only to be greeted by the poker-faced Fiona.
I grimace and mutter, "Ugh, what now?"
She doesn't answer me immediately. Instead, she takes a deep breath and then looks back at me. "It's five in the morning now. I am here to wake you up —" "Oh, is it?" I interrupt her as I raise my eyebrows and peek my head out the door to check for myself. It indeed is darker outside compared to the shithole with a dimmed bulb I am currently thrown in. Ugh, cold too.
A shiver runs down my back, and I say, "So, come back later, then. It's only five."
"Exactly! What are you waiting for?" Fiona states with her deadpan expression.
I stare at her
