“Samantha!! get up. You don't want to be late." I groan, covering my head with my pillow.
Yes, I do! I think to myself. Just five more minutes won't hurt.
It feels as though I have just shut my eyes when I am startled awake by a loud banging on my bedroom door.
“Samantha, you had better be dressed and ready to go. We have to be at lunch in 20 minutes!”
“s**t!” My five more minutes apparently turned into an hour. “Ahh, ya mom, just ahh… finishing my make-up! five more minutes!” I hear her huff in annoyance as she walks down the stairs.
I brush my curls back into a tight ponytail, trying to ignore the tears that spring to my eyes as I rush through the snarls. I twist my loose hanging strands into cute ringlets, shaping my face, and wet the ends of my hair with some water and jell, s
