“GRACIE!” I yell, “GET UP! Taylor is going to be here soon, and I refuse to make her wait for you!” I grumble to myself because I know that this threat is hollow, we obviously won’t leave without her.
“Layla, don’t make me!” Gracie grumbles, burying her head under her pillow.
“Come on, please!” I pull the blanket off her.
Gracie holds her blanket in a death gripped fist, and I pull her off the bed and onto the floor. She wraps the blanket back around herself, and curls up on the floor beside the bed.
“Oh, my god, you’re impossible!” I yell and storm out of the room. My legs are aching from practice yesterday. I can’t deal with Gracie right now.
Mom is sitting at the kitchen table, reading something on her phone and drinking a cup of coffee. “God, I’m so glad this situation isn’t my pr
