Kestrel's POV
"Kestrel! Get up! We'll be late for literature class!" Sera yells, yanking my blanket off.
I spring up from the bed and rush to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and throwing my clothes on. f**k bathing, I'm late and I have to submit an assignment or I'll be dead.
"I'm so sorry," I tell Sera as we hurry down the hallway. "I practically forced you to work on those assignments with me."
"Yeah, we slept at 3 AM because of Diego's stupid math homework," she grumbles, still pissed. "Which, by the way, you shouldn't even be doing."
“Thank you Sera.” I roll my eyes and we run to our different classes, but I'm already late. Professor Martin gives me a stern look as I slip through the door.
"Ms. Blackwood, this shouldn't repeat itself," he says firmly. "I'm acknowledging you only
