Iris West's POV.
I was lying flat on my stomach when my room door barged open. I squealed and jumped up from the bed, my heart beating a thousand beats per minute. I keep forgetting to lock the door these days and this feeling of fright has become more frequent.
"Iris, I'm so sorry but you have to hear this."
I glowered at Anne and waited for her to continue. This better be important.
"Guess who I saw today?" Her eyes were wide open and she deliberately paused waiting for me to participate.
"Who?" I said dryly.
"Angie!" She squealed and I felt one of my ear drums explode. I winced at the sound.
"Don't we see Angie every day? Or did she get a new haircut and she suddenly looks brand new to you?" I raised a brow.
"Yeah, yeah, we see her every day." she waved her hands dismissively at
