Samantha's POV
I would still be snuggling my pillow while sleeping if not for the continues knocking on the door.
Not again...
I tried to cover my ears with a pillow hoping that whoever is knocking would get tired.
A few minutes had past but the knocking hasn't stop. I grunt as I open my eyes. I put down the pillow that I used in covering my face.
I checked the clock beside the table and noticed that it's just a quarter past eight. Considering how I had barely enough sleep, this is like, still midnight on her body clock and no one can tell me otherwise.
Fuck you. She's not the type of person to curse but heck, no, not today.
Whoever this person is, I'm dying to smack him real hard on the back of the head.
I slowly put away my blanket. I hate it when someone woke me up on my sleep.
