Bab 99: I Hate The Cold (Ethel POV)

I really hate the cold. 

It doesn't matter if it's freezing or just a chilly breeze in the air. 

I really hate it. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP 

I groan before slamming the pen phone that I stashed in my sweatshirt pocket. 

The alarm turned off, but it was just loud enough to wake everybody else up. 

Electra and Nuala both groaned as we sat up and rubbed our eyes sleepily. 

"Ethel… Can I have a hug?" Nuala asks. 

"Of course," I respond. 

I hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against me. 

Suddenly, the door to the wooden cabin creaked open, and we all snapped our heads towards the shadow covered in snow. 

"I got breakfast~," She says, and we all immediately dashed up, starving from our lack of lunch and dinner yesterday. 

Wait… what the hell is this? 

"Uhhhh… This is breakfast?" Nell asks the same question we all had on our minds.