You're drifting on the plane of conciousness and sleep. Your shoulders shake and you wonder if there's an earthquake happening in your dream. The light gets brighter and brighter until it goes dark, a hard pillow hitting your face.

"Ow, what the fuck?" you grumble sleepily, opening one eye to see your roommate, Lottie, in front of your face and looking impatiently at you. "What's wrong with you?" You look at her, confused. How is she already dressed? It's, like, 5am, when did she get up?

Lottie gets off her knees and stands up to point at your clothes, growing frustrated when you stare at her blankily with sleep still filling your eyes. You huff and slam your head back down on the pillow, trying to get a few extra minutes of shut eye. Lottie's not having it. She will be the first to the bus to the field trip, and she's not having you slow her down. She grabs you by the sleeve of your shirt and pulls you off the bed. Ignoring your groans and whines, she shoves your clothes in your arms and pushes you to the showers.

While she waits for you to finish, she scoots back into bed and grabs her notepad. She starts planning out the day and writing down all the exhibits she wants to visit first. Since you'll be her buddy, she makes a place for you to write down what you wanna see too.

"You're really excited for this trip, huh?" you ask as you come out of the showers. You always talk to her even though you know you'll get no reponse. You've joked about getting her to talk a few times, but you respect it. You know she's selective mute. "What're you writing there?"

Lottie holds up her notepad and shows you the list of things she wants to do. You take it from her and look at the list. First: Sharks. Second: Otters. Third: Gift shop.