One Month Later,
Erica groaned loudly in her pillow as the sun ray hit her eyes mercilessly out of the blue.
“Wakey…wakey…” A voice cooed. She let out a series of incoherent sounds. I want the annoying voice to shut up.
“Come on, Princess Erica, you don’t want to miss your flight back to school.”
Erica rolled on the bed to face away from such brutality so early in the morning. Covering her head with her blanket.
The blanket was yanked away from her, and she whined. “Leave me alone,” she bemoaned, covering her head with her pillow.
“Princess Erica, you have to wake up, or you will miss your flight back to school.”
The voice, which she now recognized as her father’s, continued to badger her.
“Come on, Erica. You don't want to miss your flight and have to stay in this stuffy old mans
