Moana
“Wake up, Moana! Wake up!”
I awoke the next morning to the sound of Ella’s voice and the feeling of the bed shaking beneath me. The sun was shining blindingly bright through the window, and outside, I could hear the sound of the city bustling below. I could hear the sound of distant music; I had completely forgotten, but there was supposed to be an event in the park across the street today, and Ella was excited to go.
“Come on!” Ella exclaimed as she jumped up and down excitedly on my bed. “Wake up! Let’s go outside!”
I groaned, feeling my stomach turn from the bed moving beneath me. If Ella continued her jumping, she would make me throw up.
“Give me a minute, Ella,” I said, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy jumping and giggling and chattering about getti
