57. Forgotten

"What the hell?" I asked as the comforter was thrown off me.

I looked with one eye open, and it was Danica standing above my bed.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked sleepily,

"We start your lessons today."

"Yes, I know, but this five am in the morning." I remind her.

"I know, now go shower and meet me in my room," she ordered before stomping out of the room.

"I didn't sign up for this," I mutter to myself.

I wonder about the kind of lessons that starts early in the morning. I got off the bed reluctantly and headed into the bathroom,

I did my morning routine and took a long shower, making me calm and awake. I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt like I usually wear at home.

I found myself in Danica's room, my opinion of her changing because she woke me up. I was not a morning person, and it made me so angry that she interrupted my sleep.

I waited for her to arrange her bed, grateful to God that I set mine before coming out.

"Okay, ready for your lesson?" She asked. It took everything in m