BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!
The shrill sound of the alarm echoed through the room like an angry siren.
BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!—
SLAM!
A groggy hand fumbled around, trying to blindly smack the source of the noise.
Ethan, wrapped in his blanket like a burrito, groaned as he half-lifted his head, eyes still shut.
"Ughhh… off already…"
He pressed the snooze button once.
Nothing.
Pressed it again.
Still blaring.
Ethan's eyebrow twitched. BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!
His patience snapped.
CRACK!
With a burst of annoyed strength, he smashed the alarm clock with one firm hit, silencing it permanently as shattered bits slid off the nightstand.
"Finally…" he muttered, turning around and burying his face back into the pillow.
He wasn't planning to get up early today. He refused to.
It had been three exhausting days since the Asterveil incident—the near-disaster that rocked his sister's school.
As a result, classes were canceled for a full week to give students and staff time to rest and recover.
