-Sunny-
Light filters through the window the next morning.
Or at least I think its morning; my head is too busy being buried in my pillow, trying to ease the throbbing in my head.
Why the hell did I agree on that drinking game with Alysha? Why?
Carefully I stumble out of the bed, holding my head and grabbing for my suitcase to find something decent to wear.
It’s not a cold day. Not even close and by the way I’m feeling now if I wear jeans like I usually do I’ll probably pass out from heat stroke.
Instead I grab one of the random blue skirts I bough yesterday and throw on my favourite green tee shirt.
Damn, my head hurts.
Silently I make a promise to myself NEVER to do a drinking game with Alysha again.
Ever.
Hell, I’m going to be a doctor one day. Hopefully soon.
Drinking games strike me as... not good.
Then my mind goes to Zak and how he was telling me about some mixture that he knows to help ease hangovers...
Perfect.
I throw on my converse and run a brush through my hair.
Looking into my mirror I see that there was practically no point.
My hairs a mess and my face is all blotchy.
Hell, I look like I had a spasm or something.
Quickly I throw my hair up in a messy bun and walk into my bathroom throwing a hand load of water onto my face.
Then I grab my bag and walk down to the lobby.
