Picky One

"Wake up!!" Anastasia heard someone yell in her ears, startling her awake as she jumped off the bed in fright, her heart hammering in her chest as her eyes landed on the strange girl she'd met the previous night. 

"What? What is it?" Anastasia asked, glaring at the strange girl. 

"You seemed to have been enjoying your sleep so much, I decided to wake you up so Samantha wouldn't be the one to do that. You should thank me, you know. If she'd been the one to wake you up, you would have been dragged to that dark room and tortured for being tardy," the strange girl blabbed about, getting down from the bed through the attached wooden ladder on the bunk bed. 

Anastasia grabbed her head, feeling the familiar headache resurface due to the strange girl's loud voice. 

She glanced around the room, noticing the little light that spilled through the curtains, which made the room look brighter than the previous night she'd arrived.