On Saturday morning, I decided to wake up late. I started stretching my back and groaned before I sat down and started to stare at nothing. I checked my watch and saw that it was quarter to 9 already.
I looked out my window and saw that the weather was getting hot because summer is coming. I stood up at around 9 and called for maintenance. I’ll be doing this every weekend because of my busy schedule.
At 10 am, someone knocked on my door, and I thought that it was the one who was supposed to clean my room, but it wasn’t. It’s Zoelle. She looked angry while looking at me, and I wondered why she was mad. I didn’t talk and gave way to let her enter.
"You didn’t text me," I said as I closed the door.
"Why did you take the night shift? Are you hiding something? What's keeping you busy the
