KEIRA'S POV
I poked a fork into the plate of spaghetti and meatballs that sat in front of me. I was not exactly hungry, but it was time for dinner, and I had to eat something at least. I took out the frozen spaghetti from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave.
Now that the meal was sitting in front of me, I had no drive to shove it into my mouth. I let out a sigh and twirled the spaghetti around as my eyes wandered my kitchen until they stopped at the owl-shaped wall clock. From the ticking hands, I could see that it was a little past 7 p.m.
I was terribly bored, and I had nothing to do and no one to talk to. Usually, during a Saturday night like this, I would be all dressed and on my way to a lively club to party, which usually ended up with me bringing a man home and having
