(Third Person POV)
Asher had stayed up late last night, studying mnemomancy in an old book he'd gotten from the Elvarion library just the other day.
This morning, knowing he wasn't going to school, he slept in peacefully like a baby.
Well, until Sharon barged into his room and literally jumped on top of him, jolting him awake.
He squinted, annoyed and half-asleep.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he barked.
"Waking you up!!" Sharon replied, still bouncing on the bed. She wore a short skirt that shamelessly revealed the bunny-print panties underneath.
"Is that a way to wake someone up?!" he growled, burying his face in his pillow.
"That's how sisters wake their brothers up! It's practically an unwritten rule!"
Asher growled again, then lunged forward, grabbing her petite waist and yanking her down beside him. He immediately started tickling her—along her ribs, under her arms—making her giggle uncontrollably, wiggling around like a worm.
