*Ember*
The next morning, my alarm goes off at the exact same time that Kyan’s does, startling me awake. He seems much calmer as he turns his off and slides down from the top bunk. I slap at mine like I’m watching a movie with someone who’s about to give the plot away.
“Morning,” he says, chuckling under his breath at my antics. “Mind if I hit the head before you?”
I’m not sure what that means, so I say, “No, go ahead…” and watch him walk into the bathroom. I still don’t know what it means, but I should get out of bed and figure out what I’m going to wear today. I only brought a few outfits with me because I could only bring one bag–and I didn’t want to take all of Emory’s clothes–so I need to go into the village this weekend and go shopping. One thing I did have is plenty of money. I’v
