Olivia
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. There was no way this was just a hangover. I felt like I had died and gone to clubbing hell. I swear, my brain was still thumping from the bass, my mouth was as parched as the Savannah in the dry season, and my body felt really, really strange. And to make matters worse, an annoying alarm was beeping somewhere over my left shoulder, and some asshole came along and peeled one of my eyelids open, and proceeded to shine a bright light right into my eye.
What the f**k!
I actually tried to say the words out loud, but when I attempted to speak, I began to choke and gag, and when I tried to bat away the hand with the penlight, I could barely move my arm. It felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, and although I was totally going to slap
