"So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers." -Jorge Luis Borges.
I yawn, my eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight coming through the windows. I check the time on the wall clock. 5:03 am.
I groan, laying back on the bed again. Why don't they have curtains? A shrill voice makes me sit up straight making my head ache.
"Everybody should be at the cafeteria by 7," A voice speaks out of nowhere. Making me honestly creeped out, before I noticed the intercom on the wall beside me.
I shrug the bed sheet away and climbed down the stairs. I got the upper bunk because Alexis called dibs on the lower one, not that I mind anyway.
When I reach the cold floor, I shake Alexis until she wakes up, her eyes flinching as it adjusts to the sudd
