wren & alex's weekend escapade

prologue

wren woke up the same way every morning, strands of her hair in her mouth and her headphones wrapped around her neck as she had fallen asleep listening to music, again.

"god i wish these things would just choke me to death while i slept" she muttered under her breath as she untangled them and slowly crawled out of bed, she resembled samara from the ring as she emerged from her fort of blankets and landed on the floor with a thump.

wren also did the same thing when she got up every morning, but this morning was different. she had noticed when she woke up that her pillow felt a bit more paper-like than usual, an offputting texture but she was too tired to notice it, but as she tied her hair up she spotted it, there was a note stuck to her pillow, clearly hastily scrawled as she could barely make out what it said, the handwriting was familiar, wren read it aloud " there is more to life than this and i have found it" 

she furrowed her brow and thought about it for a second, "asher, get in here right this second" she shouted, banging on the wall above her bed. asher, her 13 year old brother stood in her doorway, clearly unimpressed "yes?" he groaned, " did you write this shit?" she asked, asher took the note and began to laugh " fuck no, but whoever did is seriously emo, it was probably that goth friend of yours, whats her name again? albina?" " its alverta! and no, how would she have snuck it into my room you dickwad? just get out" she ushered him out of the doorway and shut it behind him.

wren picked up her phone from her bedside table and opened up snapchat, she pulled a sad face and snapped a picture, captioning it " i miss you, caffenerro in 20?" she sent it to her best friend, april. april was one of those friends that you could do anything with and even if she hated it, she'd pretend to love it just to keep you happy, they'd been friends since pre-school because their mom's were book-club buddies who both bonded over the facts that they had deadbeat husbands, the book-club eventually turned into a single ladies activity group.

wren sprayed some deodorant on and brushed her teeth before getting dressed and shoving the note into her back pocket. downstairs, her mom was making pancakes and humming along to the radio " morning pumpkin' " she chirped, smiling at a still half asleep wren, she grunted in response and grabbed her backpack from the kitchen floor " i'm meeting april for a coffee, don't need breakfast, bye mom love you" wren said quickly while running out the door before her mom could protest, little did she know that today would be the first day of the rest of her life.