[Sammy]: Good morning, Haley!
Haley was almost certain she wouldn't find that text message when her body decided to wake her up at seven forty-four in the morning. And when she did, her features instantly broke into a grin while her belly valiantly fought against the wild butterflies that have infested it.
Sam sent her morning greeting a little over six, exacerbating Haley's need for slumber.
It was Thursday and it happened to be Turner High's basketball finals against one of their toughest competitors. The school decided to cancel their classes for the day and if their home team would win, their freedom would be extended to Friday.
Haley laid on her back, pulling her covers up to her chest. She settled in a comfortable spot to type her response; groggily blinking to shoo the speckles
