Ugh. My head is killing me. I can feel my heart pounding inside my head. I look at the clock.
9:46 am
I stare blankly around my room, my eyes fall on a tall figure at my door.
"Well, doesn't the little princess look like crap" Matt chuckled.
"God, leave me alone Matt. My head hurts like hell." I answered touching my head.
"Well looks like someone has their first hangover and a week before her 16th birthday too"
"What? There was no alcohol at the party" I rolled my eyes.
Matt smirked. That little mother fu–
"Nice. My own brother got me drunk."
"Anyway, get up and get ready or else mom and dad will notice."
"But I feel like shit"
"Hey that's comes with the whole drinking alcohol package."
"I NEVER asked for this" I stared at him blankly.
He smirked again. "I'll make you some coffee" With that, he left.
My phone buzzed.
>The Hero of Time✨⚡️🍕🎸 to group: Guys I need help like NOW!!
>McMuffin 😋🌸🎶🐼 to group: Gosh, what did you wet your pants because James got lucky and you didn't? -.-
> James was here 😘🎧🎮📚 to group: ...
< What do you need our help with?
> The Hero of Time ✨⚡️🍕🎸 to group: No time to explain GET HERE NOW
> McMuffin 😋🌸🎶🐼 to group: Can't. Have to help out at the bakery.
> James was here 😘🎧🎮📚 to group: I'm not sure I can. I have to fill out some papers for a school. I'll try to make it tho.
> Blue's Clues 🌀💙💧🐟 to group: I HAVE A FUCKING HEADACHE THAT IS KILLING ME CAN YOU GUYS JUST STOP MAKING MY PHONE HAVE AN EARTHQUAKE #######
< ......... >.> I'll see if I can go.
> The Hero of Time ✨⚡️🍕🎸 to group: Chill, Marcy. I'll be here internally dying until one of you decides to show up.
I get out of my bed, walk to the bathroom and got ready. I decided to put on my white plain t-shirt, black leggings and burgundy Vans slip ons.
I went down to the kitchen, where a cup of coffee with whipped cream awaited me on the counter. Ah, sometimes I have to be grateful for Matt. I sipped carefully, trying not to get burned and made some toast to eat. Dad suddenly came in to the room, smiling from ear to ear.
"Well good morning bunny" Dad said as he patted my head and made his way to the fridge. Dad had called me Bunny since I young, since apparently when I five years old I enjoyed dressing up like a bunny and got obsessed with collecting toy rabbits.
"Good morning, daddy." I looked at him suspiciously. "What has you in this good mood?"
"Oh nothing." He served himself some apple juice. " How was the party?"
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The Hard Choices of Life
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