I woke to the sharp ringing of a bell.
For a second, I didn't move. My eyes opened slowly, and instead of the familiar flat ceiling of my old room, all I saw was the wooden underside of the bunk above me. The planks were scratched and slightly warped, faint lines running through them from years of use. It took my brain a moment to catch up.
Right. The dorm.
I exhaled quietly. It seemed I'd had another bad dream. But as soon as I woke up, it was gone. I hated those kinds of nightmares… the ones where you suffer all night only to wake up and remember nothing. It sucked.
"Aah…" Ken groaned from above. "We don't even have school today. Why is he ringing the bell…"
"Who?" I asked, turning onto my side and pulling the thin blanket up a little higher.
"Mr. Kartwood," Ken said between a yawn. "Each floor has a supervisor. He's in charge of ours. Makes sure no one dies, no one burns the place down, and apparently, that everyone wakes up whether they need to or not."
