“Wake up! Wake up!” An all-too-familiar voice screeched into Shizuka’s ear. “It’s your big day!”
“I hate you,” he mumbled into the blankets, trying to retreat under his pillow. “Go away, Mika.”
“No sleeping in today,” his sister sang as she mercilessly yanked off his covers. “You can’t be late for the ceremony.”
He groaned, knowing resistance was futile but not wanting to haul himself out of bed yet.
Mika stole his pillow and started beating him with it, cackling as he curled into a defensive ball. She’d never stopped being gleeful to have somebody younger to pick on, even after her six-year advantage shrank when he hit his growth spurt.
“All right, all right, I’ll get up,” Shizuka sighed, finally opening his eyes.