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Call of the Creatures-Chapter 1 Knock! Knock! Knock! “Simona! Come on, honey, time to wake up!” I yank my sheets over her head and grumble into my pillow in response to Mom’s wake-up call. From underneath my pillow, I peek at the purple alarm clock sitting on top of my dresser. 5:30 AM. Woe is me. Knock! Knock! Knock! “Simona Grey, I am not going to come up here again, young lady!” I huff. “I’m up! Give me a minute to shake myself awake, Mom!” “Late to rise is never wise!” Mom calls back. I roll my eyes at my closed bedroom door. It is way too early for her educational rhymes. I lazily roll one leg over the side of the bed and then the other before slipping on my fuzzy, white bunny slippers. After stretching each limb, I shuffl
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