I woke up to some muffled noise. It took me a second to even open my eyes ‘cause my whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck. Everything freaking hurt.
I sat up slowly, groaning as I held my head. Where was that sound coming from?
My blurry vision found the source—my phone. I glanced at the wall clock and nearly screamed. 7:00 A.M.?!
Sh*t. I knew exactly who was calling. I didn’t even need to look. I picked up the phone and braced myself for a verbal hurricane.
“Hello?” I said weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.
[“Amelia, do you even know what time it is?! I’ve been waiting forever. You’re supposed to be cleaning the living room!”]
Yup, there it was. Miss Pen, on full beast mode. I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep my soul from floating out of my body.
“I’m sorry. I’m
