Ian
“Ian?” There was a light tap on my door. “Ian are you awake?”
“If I wasn’t I am now!” I pulled the pillow over my head and kicked the blankets.
“Can I come in?” Petra sounded so small and pitiful.
I groaned. Knowing she was in big trouble, I guess she figured grovelling wouldn't work on me. Her new tactic was the ‘I am innocent don’t shout at me, love me’ manoeuvre. That may actually work if she'd let me sleep. The door creaked open and the sound of small feet tottering across the floor made me groan even louder. The empty space of my bed dipped and Petra let out the loudest sign. I tried my best to remain still, go back to sleep.
She sighed again.
“You come for your punishment early?” Changing tactics hoping she’d leave and I’d get some rest.
“Personally I don’t think I've don
