The sun was high in the sky and she finally managed to get a wink of sleep when the rays landed on her face. For a moment, she thought it was a fly on her face so she waved her hand near her face to brush it away. Her eyes were forced open and she found herself with a migraine. She held her aching head and got up.
Sierra sat on her bed trapped in a trance while mumbling some gibberish words. It has been three days of more that she has been shutting herself inside the house. She didn't find it a fruitful day to just go to school or to that activity club her teacher made. However, this day she was different. As usual, her body was used to waking up early. Since the Grave Grim threatened the counsellor, he didn't dare alter a word for the whole three days.
