ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 3
Morning came far too soon. A loud bell echoed through the room, followed by groans from Kaycee. I yawned and pulled my duvet over my head. She'd snored all night and I hadn't got nearly as much sleep as I wanted. Or needed.
"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular. I hadn't brought a watch with me, and there wasn't a clock in the room. Without the terrible bell, we would have slept in.
"Feels like midnight," Kaycee grumbled. "Do you think they let us sleep in at weekends?"
I sighed. "There's training at weekends. Didn't you look at your timetable?"
When we'd returned to our room last night, both a map and a timetable had been waiting for us on our beds, together with silky pyjamas and a set of toiletries. The wardrobes had also been stocked with white TTA uniforms as
