The Damned Tennis Racket

Daughter

"Maybe it's because when someone leaves, they take pieces of you with them. And that's why we hold on."

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I woke up the next day, with the sunlight on my face, the chirping of the birds, the rainbows, unicorns, and the aroma of a tea.

Everything felt good.

Not.

I, in reality, woke up because of the fucking sunshine, directed towards my gorgeous eyes, in concert with the hammering ache on my head - which was presently called as the hangover - and the earsplitting, maddening noise coming from my phone.

My eyes are still shut; I struggled to look for my phone. I'm sure as hell it's on the bed because of how piercing it resonated. It roughly tore my awfully sensitive eardrum.

Newsflash!

I found my damned phone and it stopped ringing. I slowly and carefully, opened my eyes and searched through my phone. I was awfully shocked to see 50 messages from my mom alone, 10 from Lane, 2 from Max, and 67 missed calls from my mom, which meant I am going to be dead when I get back.

I automatically rose from bed, read all of her texts and found out that she is fully aware of my whereabouts last night.

From: Mom

Sweetie, are you okay?

7:48 PM

From: Mom

Please text me back soon. I can't seem to get in touch with you, what has happened?

7:51 PM

From: Mom

Is everything okay?

8:20 PM

From: Mom

Something is up. I can feel it Ellie.

I'll be there.

8:25 PM

From: Mom

I know where you are DANIELLA BROOKE.

YOU. GET. HOME. THIS. INSTANT.

9:07 PM

From: SluttyLane

My mom told me your mom was here. Shit Sherlock, she knows. Call me.

12:09 AM

From Mom:

You went to an illegal party without my permission. You are under aged.

Prepare for your punishment when you get back.

1:11 AM

From: SluttyLane

You whore, where the hell are you? Why aren't you picking up any of my calls?

1:19 AM

From: Maxxy

Babe, you should prepare yourself for Maleficent's most horrible castigation.