The sun rose to a bright morning. Unfortunately, it didn’t help my mood. I compared the Monday blues to an ass-kickin" and a wicked hangover. I wanted to hide under my covers and stay in bed all day. I glanced at the alarm clock as I blew out a deep sigh as the bright numbers stared at me. Dang! It was 5 in the morning.
The residuals from last night still clung to my skin like a bad rash. I wasn’t looking forward to another altercation with Sara. Whenever she decided to show her face again, I reckoned I’d worry about that when I crossed that bridge. Hating to leave the comforts of my bed, I shoved off the covers and headed to shower.
After I finished my paper route, I headed to school just in time to stop for the restroom. I was washing my hands when the door squeaked open, and footfalls
