Natalie's POV
Seventeen years later
"Natalie! Wake up! You're going to be late for school!" my mom shouted, banging open my bedroom door loudly. "What are you doing still in bed? You have to be at school in twenty minutes!"
"I'm enjoying my last morning before I'm eighteen," I told her, keeping my eyes shut as she threw back the curtains, letting the morning light come streaming in through the window.
"It's really not the end of the world," my mom huffed. "Now get dressed; your dad made breakfast."
She closed the door with a loud click, thundering down the stairs and turning on loud music so I couldn't go back to sleep. Groaning, I removed the covers and climbed out of my warm bed. Spring was almost here; the snow had melted. It was that fun time of year when you needed a sweater
