“Julia!”
It was like the hounds of hell on my door to drag me kicking and screaming. I turned, burying my head in my pillow but it felt like Mr Ferl would bring the door down. I sighed, Tandra dead in her bed for surely the girl could sleep through a hurricane. I picked my head up knowing that I did not stand a chance on the man who seemed as if he lived through world war two on how scary he was. I had barely got any sleep, there was no time to sleep anyways.
The only way to get off the bed was rolling down from it with my body hitting the floor with a thud, pain exploding all over my side. Lord, I hated working. I sighed, getting up from the floor with my sheet picked up to cover my body. The knock came over and over again, the sound so insensitive to my pounding head. My eyes we
