Sunday Whispers
LILA
I woke up to the warm sunlight and also to a little headache at the back of my head, pounding softly.
My limbs hurt like I had been running in my dreams and my eyes were still blurry slightly from yesterday. But something colder took the place of the dizziness. I was in my room. Alone. I guessed, mom must have brought me here.
My room or should I say the whole house was as quiet as a graveyard except someone was speaking in muffled tones in the kitchen just directly below my room in our very small apartment and the clock was ticking.
I sat up slowly squirming as my ribs began to hurt dully. There were unread messages on my phone and there are four updates. As I tapped into them, my fingers shook a little.
Ryder: Hello, Principal Palmer. How are you doing today?
