What is going on here?” The loud voice pulled me out of my sleep.

I stretched and yawned, blinking my eyes open. The light was on and I had to shield my eyes from its brightness. I was not in my room, that was the first thing I noticed. But my brain quickly walked me down memory lane. We had picked here to avoid going to school.

I wanted to sleep more. I laid back down but I was a pull by my left leg spoiled that plan and caused annoyance to brew instantly. “I want to sleep a bit more.”

“Get up there, Katherina May Salvatore!”

Mom? I sat...