I had barely opened my bedroom door when there was a ring on my phone. I had left it on my bed before heading out.
I increased my foot steps as I approached my bed. I almost shook my head when I identified the phone caller to be Flash.
I sat in bed, crossing my legs comfortably and waiting for her to talk to me. "Flashy?" I teased, "what is up with you girl?" I would have argued it out if I would have been told that after yesterday, I would get the chance to even smile. It was shocking.
"Nothing much really. I just wanted to tell you who Saturday is going to be all about." She began. I loved how cheery she seemed to have become in the most days.
"Please don't tell me it is what I think it is." I groaned, having a terrible feeling where she was headed with the phone call.
"Okay so reme
