The alarm clock blares. You groan, rolling over to smack the snooze button. Claire Redfield, curled up beside you, mumbles something unintelligible in protest. Her tousled brown hair spills across the pillow like a chocolate waterfall. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and glance at the clock: 7:30 AM. Crap. You're late for school. Again.

You leap out of bed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt. Claire slowly stirs, blinking up at you through half-lidded eyes. Claire rubs her eyes and yawns. Running a hand through her brown hair, she looks up at you and smiles.

"What times is it? I'm so hungover." Claire mumbles, not knowing the time so she keeps that smile.