Cleo
Monday morning came far too soon.
The shrill sound of my alarm ripped me from sleep, dragging me out of whatever fragile peace I’d managed to find during the night.
I groaned and rolled over, reaching blindly for the alarm.
The moment I pushed myself upright, pain shot through my muscles.
“Fuck.”
Every part of my body protested.
My shoulders ached.
My legs felt like lead.
My back screamed.
Even sitting up felt like an achievement.
And this was only Monday.
I stared at the floor.
This is going to be a very long week.
Then I remembered.
It wasn’t just this week.
This was my life now.
Morning warrior training.
School.
More training.
Homework.
Repeat.
Apparently, escaping one nightmare meant earning yourself another one.
I forced myself out of bed and began getting
