C136 Inside you

“Misha! Misha!”

Someone kept calling my name and it was getting very irritating. Can’t I have a good night's sleep?

“Misha! Wake up!”

I grumbled and slowly opened my eyes. I rubbed them with my fingers, ready to shoot the person a death glare.

“What?!” I groaned and looked at the person. It was Mr. Brett.

Mr. Brett was in my room? How? Why? When?

I sat up immediately. “Mr