eleven
Bright and early on Saturday morning, I'm woken up by the shrill sound of my phone ringing. "Are you serious," I groan sleepily into my pillow as I convince myself to open my eyes.
"Someone answer that damn phone!" Callum shouts from his room, his voice echoing through the silent house. I fumble blindly on my bedside table, grabbing at the vibrating phone.
"All right calm it," I call back, holding the brick of a phone my parents gave to me to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hi Jade!" Finn's chirpy voice sounds in my ear.
"Hello Finn," I reply sleepily, rubbing my eyes and falling back onto my bed. "What time is it?"
"Um," there's a rustling sound across the line, "It's 8:06."
"Why the hell are you calling me this early on a Saturday morning?" I question, thinking of numerous reasons as to
