Fable didn't sleep that night.
By the time the sun came over the horizon, she still hadn't slept. That's how her friends found her.
“Is she okay?" Violet asked.
Fable groaned from where she lay upside down on top of her bed.
Kenzie stood over Fable's groaning form with a frown. “Either you go brush your hair yourself, or I will do it for you."
Fable didn't move as she played dead.
“You asked for it." Kenzie shrugged. She grabbed hold of Fable's wrists and pulled.
“No," Fable groaned, rolling onto her stomach, but Kenzie was having none of that.
“Violet, help me!" Kenzie ordered, and Violet jumped, grabbing Fable's other wrist. Together the two dragged the limp body of their friend off the bed and onto the floor.
Once they let go of her, however, her arms flopped lifelessly n
