SEVEN
I’m a wreck all day. All day.
Want to make sure I’m absolutely awful on the field? Make me have less than my requisite eight hours of sleep, that’s how. I don’t know how other people do it, honestly. My teammate, Abby, can totally function at five hours of sleep, and she looks great, too, totally awake, not like a half-dead creature, seconds away from giving up the ghost. If I were to be like Abby and get only five hours of sleep, you’d want to stay out of my way because I’m liable to tear your head off.
I just couldn’t get to sleep because someone-who-must-not-be-named like he’s Lord freaking Voldemort himself decided to keep texting me and completely ignored the social etiquette of me ignoring him and leaving him on read. Maybe he’s also one of those freaks who can be totally fi
