——Aaron
“She doesn’t look so bad, Aaron. Just some makeup here and there, she should look ready and fine.”
“I really think we should just leave her. The party’s about to start. My dad’s going to look for me. Let’s go,” I told my cousin, Natasha, impatiently.
“Is she dead?” Monique, Natasha’s best friend, asked, looking rather annoyed and impatient. It was obvious that she would rather go down and party now than to spend more minutes of her time with a stranger.
The three of us gathered around Sam’s bed when she suddenly let out a terrible snore. Something I was no longer surprised knowing her.
“Definitely alive,” I affirmed. “Now, let’s go.”
“We can’t just leave her, Aaron. She's your guest." Natasha frown at me.
"My guest?" I wanted to disagree. "My father insisted that I bri
