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 superiore, in alto of Ricoette who had landed on superiore, in alto of Private who detto “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 home bacheca between all...
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