A Long Hard Look part 1
MrrrrpMrrrrpMrrrp. The alarm clock is shrieking in my ear. Agh, I think disgustedly. Shut up would you, it’s five o’clock in the morning. I wish I were working so I wouldn’t have these bloody exams to worry about. No one can think or function this early. And it has to be a winter morning as well. Damn it. I roll out of bed, my light red-blonde hair sticking up at all angles. My exam started at seven o’clock. And being a woman, it took me half an hour to shower, and AT LEAST twenty minutes to...