"Miss Alora, wake up. You're going to be late." It's Krista, one of the maids in the house trying to wake me up while holding the food tray. She's standing in my bedside wearing her usual blue maid's uniform with white apron. Her hair is tied up with blue ribbon. She's just 25 and was working with us since she turned 18. She is my personal maid but I considered her a friend.
I opened my eyes and started moving. I stretched my arms and yawned.
"What time is it?" I asked while still sitting on my bed. Krista put the food tray in the breakfast table beside my room's window first before answering. "It's 7 in the morning miss. It's your first day in senior high school and the assembly time starts at 8:30. I have prepared your bath and your uniform. Your things has been prepared as well."
