I woke up to the sound of something buzzing near my head.
At first, I thought it was a wasp. I sat up fast, my heart was racing, and I was ready to smack something.
But it wasn’t a wasp. It was a… glowing rectangle. Vibrating angrily on the side table.
Lukas burst into my room, his hair a mess, panic in his eyes. “The wall screamed at me.”
“What?”
“It said, ‘Alarm off.’ Then it yelled at me to wake up.”
I looked at the strange rectangle. The screen flashed with something called “Calendar Notification.”
I rubbed my face. “I hate this place.”
He nodded. “Same.”
It buzzed again.
Lukas backed away. “We need a shaman. Or an exorcist. Or a very strong hammer.”
I sighed. “We need to survive breakfast first.”
He groaned. “If the toast machine speaks to me, I’m throwing it out the windo
