Sunshine flooded in the room as I slowly woke up. Well, I thought it was sunshine. It was really just a light being turned on.
“Turn it o-off!” I moaned. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes to the inevitable appaling sight of my morning-person roomate. I didn’t want to see her shining emerald eyes. I didn’t want to look at the shoulder-length brown hair. She knew I was ill. I pulled the covers over my head.
“I’m not going to ask you again. TURN IT OFF ! ” I said, getting angry now. My voice was shaky with the sickness, and I wasn’t really that threatening. But my roomate took the hint. Soon enough, the lights were out, and tonight I’d have a truckload of homework.
I looked a mess. My firey red hair was tangled in huge rat’s nests and my hazel eyes were glazed… although they were shut. I had on a red nightgown. I really, REALLY , looked a mess.