"Tanya!" The voice echoed through the walls of our small house.
Quickly, I ran in what I judged, the direction of where it came from. I glanced at the kitchen clock as I went past it. 8:30. I still had half an hour to get to practice, so I was okay on time.
Seriously, though, whose idea was doing weekend practices? I didn't care if homecoming was in a week, and we still didn't know our whole routine. I needed my beauty sleep. How else was I going to get a date?
The light was on in the bathroom and I walked in. Immediately, I felt my heart sink.
Eliza always looked like she had come right out of a magazine. I honestly thought that's why she was pretty good at keeping her cool and not exploding.
But now, her usually perfectly straight hair was sticking up in random directions. Her face
