***Ella***
"Ella," I hear Freya say as she gently shakes me awake.
"Whaswrong," I mutter sleepily.
"Well...it's breakfast time, and you've got class with your best friend Freya in an hour," I hear her say happily in a sing-song voice.
I sit up, wincing a little as I currently have the worst headache I have ever experienced, even after hitting my head. I hold my head for a moment, the memory of the day and evening before, coming back to me vividly. It had definitely been wild and intense; no wonder my head hurt.
"Oh, man, am I in urgent need of coffee or something," I remark, rubbing my eyes.
"Well, you haven't had any for two weeks. Or was it less time for you? By the way if anyone asks, you've been in bed with the flu for the entire time. Right now, you look like absolute crap, so p
