Written from Christina King’s point of view.
Three.
I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.
Two.
Thinking of it, she was taking quite an amount of time. The kitchen up to my room was a two minute walk or even less. I'd been staring at the clock and saw she'd been walking for about five minutes now. My courage, however, wasn't lost.
One.
“You can’t spend the rest of your life in bed eating pizza and coke” Mom said, pulling my door open in every single way but quiet. Crossing her arms over her huge belly,
