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*Daniella's POV*

25th December (Christmas Day)

"Dani?!"

"Daniella?"

"Why is she on the floor?"

"I swear she was in her room."

"Maybe she sleepwalks."

"No, she doesn't! She's never sleepwalked before so why would she now?"

"There's a first for everything. Besides, there's no other reason for it."

"She could have fainted."

"I got it! She sleepwalked downstairs and fainted!"

"You're such an idiot Nick. How can you faint when you're sleepwalking?"

"It could happen."

"Have you got proof?"

"Well..."

"She's been possessed! Everyone get out of the house right now! Kyle, call the Pope!"

"Shut up, Cameron! She's not possessed!"

"How would you know?"

"Can you two boys please be quiet? She looks like she's been knocked out cold."

"Well, the baseball bat next to her does seem to make sense."

"Yeah, like she totally whacked herself round the head with the bat."

"Why does she have one in the first place? She doesn't even play baseball."

"Defence, Bryony."

"Mum, why isn't Dani waking up? Is she tired?"

"Has anyone even thought that she might be asleep? No doubt she was up watching YouTube videos. Crashed out straight on the floor."

"Mum! What if she was looking for Santa?! He left presents!"

"Someone go get water."

"How can you think of water at a time like this? My best friend is unconscious!"

"I'm going to dump water on her, duh!"

"Got the water!"

Something cold hits my face and I abruptly sit up, choking and spluttering. I look down at my shirt and find it damp. I look up, startled to find Cameron's face right in front of me as he looks at me with concern. "What the f-" I start to say but suddenly stop, realising that there are 6 other pairs of eyes suspiciously looking at me. "Friday?" I add, hoping that everyone would forget the slip of my tongue. I look behind them all and realise that I'm in the living room. How did I get here?

"Dani, why are you sleeping in the living room?" Mum asks slowly.

"I don't, I don't know. I don't remember," I stammer. "Why the hell am I wet?"

"Sorry, we needed to wake you up," Austin apologises and Nicks hands me a couple of tissues which I use to dry my face and somehow pat my shirt dry.

"How did you find me here?"

"It's Christmas."

"It is?" I question, trying to make sense of what day it is.

"Yeah, so we came down to open presents and we just saw you lying here on the floor. Did you hit yourself with the bat?" Cameron asks.

"What bat...? I start to ask but my eyes waver over the baseball bat next to me and everything comes back to me. "Oh my God!" I exclaim, struggling to get up. Everything around me moves from side to side and I almost fall but Cameron catches me in time.