It's called 'money'

4. What does it look like?

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Beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeep.

What in a holy hell is that awful sound?

Beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. My face was burried in a plain white pillow, my whole thin body was hiding under these low class sheets. Stupid camp.

One thing you should know about me is that I am not a morning person. I do not rise up like an early bird and be all flawlesly happy. No. I get up when I feel like getting up and get all happy after I put my fabulous clothes.

So, naturally, hearing this horendous ear streching sound in the morning while I'm still asleep did no good to my mood.

"Yo, roommate, you should get up, it's 6:10 a.m. and morning work out starts in 20 minutes"

That horrible voice said.

Yo, roommate, I could care less.

What kind of slang this is? Sounds like a homeless person would talk. Yo, guy with green hodie, give me five cents I need beer to buy. Disgusting.

I groaned in response to her and flipped my pilow on my head to voice her out. 6:10 a.m? Is she stupid? She can take her morning work out and show up it in her middle class ass.

"Suit yourself" she mumbled. At least that's what I heard, a mumble.

God, can she shut up and just get out, I need my beauty sleep.

And it looks like my prayers have been heard because after 10 minutes my roommate left the dorm and silence stood in. Finally. Now I can get back to my sleep and dream more about newest collection of Louis Vuitton.

"ALL STUDENTS GET TO THE STADIUM IN 10 MINUTES. MORNING WORK OUT WILL BE HELD THERE BY MR.ROGER"

Eff. My. Life.

Where those intercoms even came from anyways? What is this? A military?

Those annoying parents of mine are going to get it. Just wait till I get back, they will see who Kayla Joy Prescott is.

Fortunately, I was too sleepy and in the middle of my rambling I fell asleep.

But not for long. After what was like 5 minutes of my precious sleep I was rudely woken up by a blaring whistle sound in my right ear.

I quickly jumped up in my sitting position from my sleepiness and looked at my disturber. I am so suing this school and all teachers in here for harrasment.

However, when I looked up to see who disturbed my sleep, I saw something unexpected.

There stood tall, about 6 feet tall, guy, what looked like 20 years old. He had a dark brown hair which were a bit messy but looked notherless perfect, big brown eyes, a tight jawline and very nice pair of eyebrows. He had broad shoulders and was wearing a tight grey t-shirt with black sweatpants and blue trainers. I also noticed a whistle that was lying on his neck. The guy was standing like a statue. Legs shoulder wide, still posture, hands behind the back. Like some sort of a soldier.

I looked him up and down. He was hadsome indeed. But that still didn't explain why he so rudely woke me up and why he even is in my dorm.

"Miss Prescott, morning work out starts at 6.30 a.m. sharp." guy said in a calm voice and with a blank look on his face.