Amberine woke up with a start, the sunlight streaming through the dormitory window directly into her eyes. Her heart pounded as she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Panic set in.
"Oh no, no, no, no!" she muttered, scrambling out of bed. "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm definitely going to die!"
It was the morning of Professor Draven's first quiz, and it was a written test. Amberine hadn't finished studying yet, and now she was running late. She rushed around her small dorm room, gathering her notebooks and notes scattered all over her desk.
"Why did I stay up so late last night?" she berated herself, tugging on her robe as she ran to the bathroom. She balanced a textbook on the sink, trying to read while she brushed her teeth and washed her face. The words swam before her tired eyes, and she cursed under her breath.
"I need to remember this… Oh, what was that formula again? Focus, Amberine, focus!"
