"Vanessa, honey, the neighbors just moved in!" I heard my mom shout to me from the downstairs. I sat up in bed with the light beaming into my eyes.. "Ugh.." I grunted as I turned my head to stop from being blinded by the light. As I reach over to shut my blinds, I'm not so excited to start my day .. at least not yet. "Vanessa, come down here honey we're about to go meet our new neighbors!" For some reason I feel my mom was more excited than I was, which is kind of expected. I guess I'd describe myself as a outgoing person, well to a point. But my mom doesn't understand I like to sleep in. She thinks waking me up at 9:30 is "letting me sleep in.." I got out of my bed when my pajama pants fell to the floor, and my wrinkled yet oversized plain white-T dropped to my stomach. I knew I had about 12 minutes until my mom would come crashing down my door dragging me to meet the neighbors, so I just quickly made myself look presentable.
