CHAPTER EIGHT

When I woke up the next day with a headache, the first thing that I noticed was that I was not in my room. I looked around slowly as I took in the features of the room. It was filled with white dark greys, and black. The king sized bed which I was currently sleeping on- thankfully alone- was in the center of the room. There was two doors, one for the en-suite and the other for the walk in closet. The more I took in the structure and design of the room, I realised that I was back at the Academy.

This must be someone else's room.

I got out of the bed and realised that I was wearing someone else's clothes. Just what happened last night? There was a glass of water with two aspirins on the bedside table. I took them and opened the bedroom door, as I followed the music which lead me to the kitchen. This person was really clean I had noticed - the living room was spotless.

Narrowing my eyes at the bright sunlight that was coming from the windows, I entered the kitchen to find a dancing Eli