The Sister and the Friend
Celia Grover hated mornings. There was something about the sunny, cheerful, 'we got the whole jour ahead of us!' attitude that Celia just did not like. While she enjoyed being alert, and she loved having days to spend, waking up to them was awful.
Tired, and a little cold, Celia stomped her way into the bathroom that Florence and she shared. As she tugged at her hair with a hairbrush, Florence seemed to wake up. She stumbled into the light green room, and scratched her nose. Her eyes had gunk at the ends of them, and were dark and saggy. This was testament to the little...
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