First thing in the morning, I was jarred awake by this loud, chaotic clattering sound downstairs.
Confused and thoroughly annoyed, I threw off the covers and walked out of the bedroom, only to find Sharon packing up some boxes.
What the hell was she even doing in my house at this hour?
I marched straight up to her. "Who gave you permission to step foot in my house?"
Sharon paused, turning around with this incredibly smug smirk on her face. "Brandon did, obviously. He said that since my parents are overseas, he didn't want me spending the holidays all by myself. So, he told me to move in and spend New Year's with him."
She looked absolutely thrilled with herself, probably thinking Brandon's little invitation was his way of kicking me out to make room for her.
I couldn't care less. I j
