Zayla
I awoke to pounding on my door. “ZAYLA, Mom wants you downstairs, “ my sisters shouted through the door. They continued to pound on my door. “ UGH, okay,” I sighed with frustration. I am up. STOP pounding on the door. “
“Geez, someone is pissy, “ one of my sisters snickered as they headed downstairs. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the covers off me and sat up on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, I got up, went to the closet, pulled out some leggings and my old but comfortable ACDC shirt, and went into the bathroom to put on the mascara, brush my teeth, and brush my hair. I then pulled my hair up in a ponytail; as I went to go change my bandage, I started to try to figure out how I was going to explain it; as I removed the bandage, it was completely healed up, WTF there is no w
