Combat Class

The next day arrived quickly, and I groaned as I sluggishly pulled myself from the comfort of my bed. The blanket clung to my skin as if attempting to persuade me to remain, but I threw it off.

I'd rather sacrifice a few hours of extra sleep than face Robin's wrath later on.

I dressed in a daze and stumbled out of my apartment, rubbing my bleary eyes. The sun was annoyingly high in the sky, shining directly into my face.

"Stupid morning..." I muttered, my voice scratchy and low.

Grumbling, I made my way to class, where I noticed that most of the students had already gathered.

As I entered the room, nobody looked my way, and I realized that Rose was absent. It was likely due to the phone call from Oscar's father.

I slumped into my seat and buried my head in my arms, attempting to pass the time until our teacher arrived.

Whoosh...