Serena
I tapped my stomach for the fifth time that morning. I woke with an unexplainable feeling in my stomach.
I wondered if I had too much to eat last night or was it the drink I had. The tensed up feeling in my stomach made me feel the urge to puke every five minutes.
I rushed to the bathroom and threw up both what I ate and what I didn't… I sighed weakly and turned on the faucet.
I splashed water on my face till I felt okay to stand then I grabbed a hand towel and walked out of the bathroom.
You can imagine the look of disgust on my face when I saw Mitchell sitting on my bed like she owned it. "Did you lose your way or something?"
"Does it look like I lost my way?"
I scoffed and stopped wiping my hands which at that time was already dried up. "Sometimes I do wonder if you were born daft or you just pretend to be."
She growled and advanced forward like she wanted to fight me. "What?" I laughed when she didn't hit me as expected. "You don't want to hit me?"
