Arousing Sunday morning, I glance around my surroundings strangely before letting loose a sigh when I remember where I am. Rolling to my side, I contemplate on what to do today.
I have no one to hang out with since the twins are in England. And I know absolutely no one else here. Well, except Devon. But he doesn’t count.
Releasing a whine, I sit up and stare at the time on my alarm. It reads 7:30 am, and now I'm wondering why the hell I woke up so early. The house isn’t soundproof so I overhear as Eva moves around downstairs, deciding to hop into the shower I have a quick wash before dressing up in cut-off shorts, my black fingerless gloves, and a loose pink top.
Heading downstairs my stomach grumbles in hunger, and I wonder what would be good to eat.
As soon as my feet touch the last
