The persistent beeping of the system sliced through the tranquility of the morning, pulling me from the depths of slumber. A frown creased my forehead as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of my dreams.
I let out a long, drawn-out yawn, my toes curling with the stretch as I tried to wake my weary body. It was Monday again—the dreaded day that followed a sour weekend—and the thought of facing Mr. Roman loomed heavy over me.
Something felt off, though.
Panic surged through me as I suddenly realized I should have already been on my way to class!
