One Night ✔️ Editing

Chapter One

6:30 a.m.

My alarm clock wouldn't let up no matter how many times my hand came crashing down on the snooze button. It wasn't long before I rolled over and yanked its cord from the wall to get a bit of quiet. But my peace was very short lived as a persistent banging started up.

"This has to be a sick joke."

I reluctantly left my comfy bed, walking sluggishly over to the window to discover the menace behind the ruckus. Of course. My best friend Alex stood beyond the glass with her hands planted firmly on her hips, a scowl on her face, and the wind blowing her short and wavy fawn hair askew. She looked like the perfect villain.

The thick sleep cloud that muddled my mind had me fumbling with the lock on my window. Eventually, I got it to open.

"Since when do you lock your front door?" Alex asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I don't know, maybe since I've had to prevent weirdos from barging in and ruining my sleep!?"

"Huh. Well, are you gonna let me in or what? I'm hungry." She pointed to her toned midsection peeking out from underneath a white cropped tee she wore under a red denim jacket.

"Under the mat, might as well keep it."

The odds of getting any more rest with Alex's loud self around were close to none. After closing the window, I trudged to my bathroom and lazily felt for the light switch along the blue tiled wall. Looking in the mirror, I gasped. The wavy mane of hair on my head was matted and tangled as if I'd gotten into a fight with an angry bear during my sleep. I needed to tame that somehow in the shower, but first to brush my teeth.

Grabbing the purple stick from the holder, I squeezed a generous amount of toothpaste onto the bristles. That's when I heard footsteps drawing closer and closer.

"Siennaaaaa!"

With a mouthful of foam, I tried my best to respond. "I'm in *gurgle* raffroom!"

"I'm gonna go find Mom and Dad and see what's smellin' so good."

"Go ahead, I'll ree down in a minute!!" I spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth. Minty fresh.

Hitting the knob with maybe a little too much force, I turned on the shower and peeled off my pajamas. I stepped right in, groaning at the warmth flowing over my skin and aching body. That was the result of sitting at my desk studying for six hours the night before.

After about fifteen minutes in my steamy heaven, my tender muscles began to relax. When I was able to run my fingers through my hair and not get completely trapped in a web of black, I wrapped myself in a towel and skipped to my closet to get dressed.

I stepped into my favorite pair of cuffed blue jeans and threw on a black camisole that I could easily pair with my black ankle boots. After giving myself a once-over in my tall body mirror, I spritzed myself with a little perfume and headed downstairs.

On the way, I could smell the waffles, bacon, sausage and every other breakfast food you could fathom wafting through the air. Setting my eyes upon the spread before me only made my mouth water.

"You hungry? I made a feast fit for a king — or at least Alex and your father," my mom said, shrugging in my direction.

My mom, Josie. I've never had anything bad to say about her, really. She worked from home as an editor for a super successful interior design website, so she was always in her zone. Outside of that, she kept things at a steady pace at home and kept my belly full.

"Buenos días mi amor," (Good morning my love.) my father said.

"Buenos días, Pa." (Good morning, Dad.) I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his cheek.