(Malory)
When I wake up, I’m in my bed. My grey blanket is covering me –keeping me warm against the snowy morning.
I try to sit up –but an awful headache sends my head back right onto the pillow. I groan. My stomach aches. I force my hand to reach for my phone on the bedside table.
What’s the time?
It’s twelve-thirty five.
Wait...
Wait. It’s TWELVE-THIRTY FIVE ON A FRIDAY.
My eyes go wide. I blink a few times as the headache returns and a sharp pain rushes through my skull and down my spine. I stand, almost toppling over onto the floor.
s**t. School. s**t.
I stumble my way downstairs –Ron’s fast asleep, shirtless on my couch. Olivia’s sleeping on the dining room table. Kyle’s on the floor. I scream.
Ron falls off the couch and screams back in fright. “Wh
