I rolled over in bed, pulling the blankets over my head when Bobby’s alarm went off at 4.30am, groaning under my breath. “The sparrows haven’t even farted yet,” I mumbled, as Bobby tried to pull the blankets away while I held onto them tighter and losing the game of tug-of-war. I’ve been feeling so tired lately after we train, adding more training is going to be a nightmare.
“Do you want your father coming here to get you? He said, The training starts at 5, and we need to be there at 5,” Bobby argued, pulling the blankets away from my body as I groaned at not having them covering me.
I rolled out of bed when a loud whistle broke through the silence of our barracks and doors opened, with the rest of the barracks complaining loudly when they came into the hallway. “Up and at it. I know my
