Everything Hurts

The alarm rings through my room and I pull the blanket over my head. My shoulder and neck throb, causing me to let out a silent scream. How am I going to get through this day?

I stumble out of my bed and yawn loudly. I hear my mother’s voice downstairs and I smile to myself. I have missed her.

I am still surprised that I managed to sleep through the whole Sunday. Somewhere last night, I heard my parents coming in. I am still curious about what my dad, well Kate’s dad, does for a living.

Inside my walk-in closet, I contemplate what I should wear. The black leather jacket looks appealing, especially with my white jeans and red scarf. Jake would probably not even notice that I am wearing his jacket.

I struggle to get my shirt on, but after a few pained groans, I pull my jacket over my shirt. With my trainers in one hand and my phone in the other, I rush down the stairs. I am probably going to be late.

“Ah, there she is. We wanted to come say hello last night, but your light was off.