MILDRED
I groaned and rolled, fighting the morning sun. The bed was soft and warm, the room big and airy, but I just wanted to sleep.
Someone nudged me. Then a harder push. I didn't like it. I grabbed the blanket and covered my head, wishing they'd go away.
"She's just lazy," a mean voice cut through the air. "A lazy, ugly nothing. Can't believe she's our Luna."
I stayed quiet, pretending to sleep, but I listened.
"Always knew she was no good," another voice snapped. "Look at her, sleeping like she's nothing special."
A nicer voice tried to defend me. "She's our Luna, we should respect her."
The mean voice laughed. "I'm not serving her. She's not fit to be Luna."
The room got quiet, the air thick with their words. I peeked out from under the blanket. They couldn't see my face, but
