Chapter 8: Gianna

“Wake up,” a little voice pouted. “I’m hungry and we have to leave soon.”

“Go away,” Gianna mumbled, snuggling deeper into her pillow. “I just need five more minutes.”

“You have said that for the last hour,” the little voice said exasperated. “Get up now,” the voice demanded and Gianna swore she heard the stomp of a foot.

“I will. Just give me five more minutes,” Gianna said tiredly. She almost smiled when she heard the sound of footsteps moving away from the bed. Success. Now I can sleep a little more, she thought just as what felt like a wave of ice cold water crashed down onto her soaker her and her bed.

Gianna bolted upright with a screech. “What in h-, what in the world Sophia ,” she yelled catching herself as her teeth began to chatter. “Wh-why did y-you pour water on m-me,” she stammered as she got out of her sopping wet bed to stand on the flood dripping by her bed. Her teeth were chattering as she took the towel that Sophia was holding out in offering.

“It is almost noon,