Sammie's POV
Mom left about a while ago. I fell asleep as soon as she did. I woke up to this...
DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DING DING DING
I hit my face repeatedly with my pillow. I was way too sick to walk all the way down the stairs to the living room and then the door. But then it stopped. But then I heard something ruffling in the tree by my window. And guess who it was. A bird? You could say it was an annoying bird but I'm sure birds don't have hands.
Vincent taps on my window. I groan and get out of bed. I open the window to his grinning face.
"Payback," he said.
"Why are you here?" I asked while rubbing his eyes.
His face heated up which shocked me. "Why is everybody questioning me today?!" he yelled seeming flustered.
"I don't want you catching what I have," I said.
