“Wakey wakey sleepy head” an annoying voice at a failed attempt of being sweet interrupts my sleep while I try to turn around and ignore whosoever it is only for me to bump into the threshold of the couch
“What the fu*k” I groan
“Starting with curse words is not such a nice way to start your day “ an annoyingly familiar voice says while I try do hard to keep my eyes open
“Why did you fall asleep here” the voice questions why I rub my eyes to get a glimpse of what is going on
“Rhea?” I ask to confirm and she nods
“What are you doing here?” I ask gripping my pounding head just because I couldn’t fall asleep easily and I had to drink myself to stupor
“Mrs Davis called me over” she answers
Mrs. Davis did what?” I question Rhea and I can feel my blood boiling as I get up from the cha
