"Krissy, Krissy wake up", I sit up to my little sister, Alison, lightly tapping me on the shoulder just hard enough to wake me up. "Ally, go back to bed", I moan to tired to even look at her. "But-", Ally starts but is soon cut off by the opening of our bedroom door. The smell of cinnamon spreads throughout the room like spilt milk. "Kristen Ray Stewart, your late the test is today", my mom calmly but firmly notifies. I stare at my alarm with blurry vision until I make out 7:25 "Shit, I'm dead", I blurt. realizing what I've just said I get up and race to the bathroom to get ready. I can hear Alison and my mother giggling as I put on my sunflower yellow crop to and my long red skirt. I throw on a little lipgloss and a touch of mascara and run out the door to be stopped by my parents holding out a box for me. "Honey, we just want to let you know that we love you no matter what this test tells you, okay?" My mother starts to cry as I embrace her with a ready hug, probably getting mascara all over her. I have no time to eat so I grab a lace coat and my brown bag and hurry to the train which is due any miniout.
