I groaned and rolled around in bed for what seemed like the hundredth time. Grabbing the pillow lying beside me, I put it over my head, trying to tune out the world.
I didn't want to wake up.
I was born at 3 am, which meant I was officially nineteen.
Yay.
My plan for the day was to tie my hair in pigtails, stay in my PJ's, and sulk in front of the TV, watching Disney movies. My little manifestation of my maturity.
The world, however, had different plans.
I stilled when I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Pulling the blankets around me tighter, I kept my breath, hoping whoever was coming would turn and go in another direction. But nope, they were still heading towards my room, coming closer with every second. I was just considering jumping off the bed and hiding under
