Fifteen

"Conrad, slap a smile on your face. You're allowed to be sad, but you're taking the piss now," Charlotte announces, breezing into the room and flinging the curtains open.

"Get out of that bed," Charlotte demands, throwing the sheets off Conrad's cold body.

A groan emits from Conrad's body as she rolls over and tries to snuggle under the remaining covers on the bed.

"No. Up," Charlotte sing-songs, and Conrad finally opens her eyes grumpily.

"I'm mourning. Leave me in my bed, please," she pleads, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Firstly, your bed? Bitch, move your ass! This is my bed, and I'm reclaiming it. Secondly, you're not mourning; you're just lazy now. Thirdly, and finally, I have arranged for you to run a training session, so shake your tail feather and get up," Charlotte grins, wrapping her hands around Conrad's ankle and pulling.

Conrad ends up on the wooden floor, a stream of curses leaving her mouth as she pulls herself up.

"Nope," Charlotte shouts, noticing her looking ba