C8 Greyson
Pounding came at her door. Grey sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her shirt stuck to her skin and her hair fell into her eyes.
“Come in,” she mumbled.
“I can’t do this Grey.” Ela strolled in wear a hot pink robe.
“What? What time is it?”
Ela looked out the window, “After breakfast?”
“Oh gosh.” Grey kicked her blankets away and marched to the bathroom