I woke up in my usual attic bedroom, from the coldness on the early Saturday morning of December 1st. My blonde hair, wavy and flowing freely from my cold scalp, sat a few inches below my shoulders. I flung my duvet off my bare body and slumped my way to the closet at the other side of the room. My closet was fairly big although however was never full. Putting my hands in the closet and feeling all the cold clothes, sent shivers down my back but I continued searching for clothes to wear. I pulled out my washed out denims and a flowy tank top and quickly dressed.
My phone made a few small beeping sounds before stopping, signalling that I'd received a text message from my best friend Lisa. I ran over, unlocking it quickly;
Lisa: A boy I met a few weeks ago is hosting a party tonight, you up for it?
It was mine and Lisa's usual Saturday evenings, we always had something to do wether it was clubbing or parties at strangers houses. I just replied with a "sure" and placed my phone down on my bedside table again.
