(Tiffany)
"Wake up angry bird," I hear Stevie's voice, as she swings the curtains open.
The morning sun stream into the room through the window, it feels too bright, too harsh as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust.
"Oh, my god Stevie. Why are you waking me up so early?" I groan, lying back down and covering myself up.
Stevie rushes over and pulls the duvet away from my body. "This isn't too early, Tiff. Besides, you always wake up on time and I'm wondering why you're still in bed." she retorts, her gaze on me.
I sit up, looking at her. "What now?"
"Does this have anything to do with your mood yesterday?" Stevie asks, catching me off guard. "You barely said a word to anyone, you looked angry, not at anyone but yourself. Even Clarence had to leave at some point after you went st
