Coachella ✯ E.D

one

Scarlett's pov:

After a few twists and turns of my key, the apartment door opens, and I drag my feet slowly across the hard wood floors.

I notice my mom asleep on the couch with a bottle of vodka in her hands.

I roll my eyes and slam my bedroom door, plopping my backpack on the ground.

I notice a blue envelope on the center of my desk with the words "from poppy" written in neat cursive writing.

Inside the envelope are two plane tickets to Los Angeles.

She bought them just in time for Coachella.

I squeal, and run out of my room and into my sister's, tackling her into a hug.

"thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!!!!" I yelp.

She peels me off of her, laughing.

"No problem."