Levine.
The past.
The door to the room opens and Analise walks in. she is dressed in a pair of high waist jeans and a white crop top. Her hair is up in a messy bun. I look at the clock on my bedside table. It is seven in the morning. I am still dressed in my pajamas. It is a Saturday morning. We are allowed to sleep in.
She jumps on my bed and slides all the way up to the pillows "Why are you still in bed?'' she asks me as she tries to get the covers off me. I groan out in frustration because I don't even understand why she is so energetic this morning.
"It is Saturday. I am allowed to sleep in,'' I remind her of the rule. We turned sixteen two months ago. So we started our training. This is something that she has been looking forward to—unlike me. The pressure that comes with taking the oath and becoming a witch of the coven is ridiculous. I have been dreading my sixteenth birthday for so long.
