“s**t, move out of the way damn potato.” someone beside me kept mumbling with their sleepy tone. I felt a poke at my back, I groaned turning around my eyes still drowsy.
“Stop poking me fool, I’m not a potato.” I threw the covers over my head.
The light came rushing in as someone pulled the covers down, I frowned then lifted my body sitting upright on the bed. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Charlotte sleeping beside me with her mouth open and her hair messy. In front of me stood my mother with the covers in her hand.
“Now what mum.” I lifted myself off the bed, my foot getting caught in a shirt I looked at it at it carefully, it was the shirt I had on yesterday but why was it on the floor and did that mean I wore another. I looked at my chest, I quickly pulled the cov
