Arianna
Kyra wasn’t answering her cell phone. I called her back-to-back over forty times like a mentally disturbed lunatic. I’d left so many voicemails that my voice was dry and raw from screaming into the phone. I ran down the hallway to the laundry room where I grabbed the last of her clothes out the dryer. Stuffing her clothes in her bag, I zipped it up, and threw it on the floor.
My eyes felt like someone sanded my eyeballs with sandpaper. I usually don’t stay up all night, but I did tonight. Sylvia will be here in thirty minutes. Flopping on my bed I rested my head against the wall. Every bone in my body felt stiff and hard. Closing my eyes, I let my mind go blank.
“Ari, did she come yet?” asked Kyra.
She pushed me until my head fell forward jarring me from my deep sleep. Moving o
