With her face buried into a red pillowcase, Savannah slowly blinked open one of her eyes. The light from the sun that shone in through the open window was too bright which caused her to roll over, groan and cover her head with the blanket. Saturday mornings always sucked when the sun woke her up before noon, but she loved knowing that her mother had been in the room. Normally every morning, while cooking breakfast, Finley Maxwell would go room to room, open the girls' windows and wake them up.
But not on Saturdays. Saturdays she could sleep in.
Wait.. it wasn't Saturday, was it? Opening her eyes under the shield of the blanket, Savannah tried to run through facts in her sleepy mind. She'd hung out with Randy last night and they made plans to meet up before school.. they were going to wal
