・Abigale's POV・
The rest of the day was pretty normal, we finally finished my room after school and Friday was normal as well as we finished the study and guest room.
So today is Saturday at 7 am... and I'm dying.
"Come on sweetie. Alex is going to be here in 45 minutes," my mom says shaking me from my bed and I groan in frustration.
"Noooo I'm too tired," I say rolling the other direction.
"You're going to be late to help him set up his sister's party if you don't." She says and I pop-up.
Not because of the set-up... but because that means detention is today.
"Okay fine."
"Finally." She says then laughs, "I'll make you some french toast." She says and I nod lazily, then drag myself off of the bed and walking into the restroom.
I swear when I looked in the mirror I almost had a he
