Georgie
Sierra bounced into my room early. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped in only my towel, completely lost in my own thoughts. Assessing the world's troubles.
“You’re up?” Sierra said, surprised, as she dumped her bag on the floor.
“It is ten, I don’t sleep all day…” I argued and rolled my eyes.
“Is someone a little bit excited for today?” Sierra teased, wriggling her eyebrows at me.
“I just knew you would be here early. If it’s football and guys in short shorts, you’re always early!” I chuckled.
“That’s true…” she grinned.
“So, what is your plan?” I moaned as I walked to my cupboard to grab some clothes.
“Well, we can get ready here and then head to the game.” Sierra shrugged and pulled one of my shirts off of the hanger.
“Can I borrow this?” Sierra asked,
