I was cast off the bed like a fishing net by Mel in the morning. My head hit the blunt corner of the side table, making me yelp in pain. I fell to the floor as I lost my balance while trying to massage my temple.
"Ow!" I whined as I rubbed my temple. "What was that for? It's a Sunday for goodness sake! Let me sleep in peace!"
I threw a pillow at her before she could start with her morning lecture on 'Early Rising Habits'. The pillow was boomeranged back at me. I had pulled up my legs and blocked the effect by bringing my arms behind my head.
"I slept late. Can't I sleep some more?" I implored.
"No. Not unless you want Aidan Aoki chasing us downhill," she answered in a daunting voice. "Did you forget about the marathon today?"
"It's today?! And early in the morning? Won't it be too warm for them to —"
The next cannon of a pillow was shot at me. I stood up in a jiffy and moved away to avoid the pillow.
