Riley
Blearily I stared at the two smiling faces on the other side of my hotel door, and my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline.
What were they doing here? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I did a double-take. I was tired, so I wouldn’t put it passed me to be imagining that were my two best friends were standing outside my room with suitcases in their hands. And big goofy grins on their faces.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed, when after rubbing hard enough at my gritty eyes, I saw stars, I managed to form a coherent sentence .They were really here.
That couldn’t be denied. But why? It was far too early to even think about delving into that question without caffeine. Barely seven o'clock in the morning wasn’t any time to be asking serious questions, especially when I hadn
