The screech of a siren startled the three girls awake and sent them tumbling to the concrete floor from their bunks in surprise.
“My knee,” Walskia whined as she landed on 상단, 맨 위로 of Ricoette who had landed on 상단, 맨 위로 of Private who said “ow…”.
Then there was Skipper, standing above them, looking down at them disapprovingly at the three drowsy females.
“Up and at them, girls,” she barked in a megaphone.
“It’s so early!” Walskia complained, looking at her watch, which read 5:01.
Skipper also took a glance at the twelve-hour classroom clock they had hung on their 집 벽 between all...
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