I'm woken up from my midday nap to my sister, who barges into my room (you'd think she'd have learned her lesson) and jumps on my bed. "Get up!" She slaps my back so I turn on my side and glare at her.
"What? I'm napping." I close my eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.
"Why are you so tired, November?" she asks knowingly. I groan and try to bury my head in my pillow. "You thought I was going to wait for you to come to me? Nope, I'm here; now talk."
I glare at her. She's like a spitting image of me, according to Dominic. Early on in our friendship, he discovered I had a sister. The same day he found out, he searched for her at school, sneakily took a picture of her, and sent it to me. She's a little shorter than me with the same curly hair, only hers is longer. She's a few shades dar
