Bertha's POV
It’s freezing this morning, and honestly, I should’ve just stayed in bed. School? Nope, not today. But, of course, that’s not how life works when you have a roommate. Ugh. Cara, bless her soul, has no concept of quiet. Is she naturally clumsy? No. She’s just pure chaos in human form whenever she’s up before me. All the banging around she does isn’t an accident—she’s doing it on purpose to get me up without actually waking me.
“Okay, okay, I’m up,” I groan, rolling out of bed.
She’s perched at our shared desk, brushing her hair with way too much energy. “You sleep like you are preparing to die, you know.”
“Really?” I squint at the clock on the wall. “I still have ten minutes to sleep before I even need to think about getting ready. You should’ve let me snooze.”
“Ten minute
