LISA
I wake up in the same position that I fell on my bed. I feel horrible. It feels like I have been out partying the entire night. My neck is sore because of the way that I fell on my bed. I slowly get up and nothing inside me want to get up. I slowly sit upright in my bed and then decide that I should probably have a look at my phone.
I open my phone and as I suspected almost ten messages from my dad. I do not want to read them but I do it anyway.
“Did they pick you up?”
“I spoke to the pilot, they said they picked you up. Are you home yet”
“Are you okay?”
“Why are you ignoring me? I did what you asked”
“The pilot reported that they dropped you off. Are you home?”
I can not read another word because I do not care for what he has to say. Then it is as if he knows I was holding my
