Elena's POV.

　　As the early morning sunbeam pierce through my window, I groggily opened my eyes, only to be met with a harsh glare. I let out a discontented groan and tossed aside the covers. Just then, my alarm clock sprang to life, jarringly loud. I reached over and slapped it silent, grumbling, "Can't you just shut up?"

　　I stretched my arms, arching my back, and sat up with a yawn, struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep.

　　I rubbed the sleep ...