The second day at Elite Legacy Institute dawned early for Levy Montclair.
The soft buzz of her alarm vibrated under her pillow. She groaned, dragging the blanket over her head for a moment before finally emerging, hair tousled, eyes blinking against the warm light creeping through the windows of Camellia Hall. The room was still quiet, but not for long. Celeste stirred next, followed by Mira, who sat up with a yawn loud enough to make Dana mumble something unintelligible into her pillow.
Levy sat on the edge of her bed, glancing at her phone to check her schedule. Business Statistics was up first. Her stomach knotted slightly. Numbers weren't exactly her strong suit.
"You girls up?" Celeste asked, already tying her braid neatly. She never seemed groggy. It was almost unnatural.
"Barely," Mira replied, flopping dramatically back on her bed before bouncing upright again. "I dreamed about missing my first quiz. That has to be a sign."
