Cheryl
I jolted awake, slamming my hand down on the alarm clock. For a moment, I stared at the ceiling, disoriented, trying to remember where I was. Slowly, it came back to me: the dorm room, the new semester, and the restless night I barely survived.
I sighed and lay back down for a second before forcing myself to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, exhaustion still clinging to me. It didn’t matter—I couldn’t afford to miss another day. I’d already lost an entire week of resumption.
Grabbing my phone, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. My roommate was up—and working out. Inside the room.
She glanced at me, catching my stare, and waved casually.
“Hi,” I managed, waving back. “My name’s Cheryl.”
“Navy,” she replied without much interest, already returning to her workout
