KRISTEN LONDON
AGE FIFTEEN
POV
7 a.m. one morning.
RING RING RING
My phone rings waking me up. I roll over ignoring it. It was too early for this. The ringing eventually stopped, and I could happily go back to sleep. This was not on. It was still freaking dark outside there was no way I was going to get up, because my phone was on the dressing table and that was across the room, no thank you...
Who in there right minds would phone someone this early? Everyone who knew me, knew I didn't like to be woken up at strange hours of the night, it was only morning when the sun is up other than that it's night and no one will change my mind about that fact.
RING RING RING
“Urg….” I groan.
Bloody i***t!
Refusing to open my eyes. I was not going to forced to open my eyes any time soon.
