Kimberly:
7: 00 a.m. It was finally morning. The sun seeped into the room, filling it with light. My eyes burned; every part of me ached. Hunched over a book for hours was something that I did now and then, but that didn’t mean that it was getting any easier.
My table was a mess. A mug of coffee sat next to my book. It was my sixth cup… I think. My head hurt so much, and all I could remember was downing a cup each time I felt a bit tired.
There was a light knock on my door, and I buried my head in my hands as the pain radiated. Why did everyone associated with Noah have to be so obnoxious?
“Kimberly! Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes. Get down now!”
Humphrey marched away, his heavy shoes pounding on the hardwood floors. He was the only person more obnoxious and annoying than
