I woke up with sunshine glaring into my room. No, wait, living room. I flopped back down onto the couch, a growl coming out of my mouth.
I was tired and the sun was shining brightly, full force at me. I looked down to see that I'd been covered by a blanket but was still wearing last night's dress to the Winter dance.
I growled at the memories of the flashback, still vivid in my mind. Dancing with Dante, Braden, Ella…ugh. I frowned at the fact that as I was reliving the Winter dance earlier while sleeping, I was also arguing with my brain about my thoughts on Dante and Braden, how confused they were. I know that I seemed to be arguing with myself in a subconscious part of my brain but for the most, it was flashbacks to the Winter dance.
Apparently, that had gone on (the arguing I mean), long through the night which I suppose, was the cause for my brain hurting this morning.
Stupid self.
I groaned unhappily, rolling and then falling off the couch, onto the rug.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed in pain which brought my best friend running.
"Oh! You're up!" Jenna said somewhere above me and I looked up, squinting at her to see that she was kneeling down and now trying to help me up.
I grasped her hand and we both got up.
The ground spun and I felt dizzy, my limbs feeling like jelly. I couldn't control them.
"Oh god, what time is it?" I groaned.
"Heh heh, you sound like you have a hangover…wait a minute, you haven't drunk anything have you?" her voice laughing at the former part of her sentence but slowly dipping into concern and suspicious-ness when in the latter.
"Oh yeah, 'course I have. I've been drinking glasses and glasses of vodka, coupled with a Bloody Mary…thrice." I commented sarcastically.
Hey! Not my fault.
Okay fine, it is. So what? Sue me,
There should be a law against the sun shining WAY too brightly in the morning when you have a huge headache. It makes people grumpy and sarcastic. Me, for example.
"Right. Well, no need to get all sarcastic on my butt here, Nors. I think you need water, an aspirin and a new change of clothes."
"No, you think?"
And there goes my mouth.
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{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom
Teen FictionNorah Parker is a smart, sarcastic kind of girl. The type of girl so low on the social ladder, in fact, she's practically off it. All because of her attitude and the way she is. Dante Nichols is the popular good-looking kind of guy. And he knows it...