WallflowerIt started out as a murky, not-so-bright morning. Not a typical Sunday, but a common one in the town of Saint Iris. I could always predict what kind of day I was going to have by observing the weather outside my window. Today, apparently, wasn't going to be fun; and I was right.More Like This
I woke up too early for it to be the weekend: meaning I was up before noon. My head was pounding, and my eyesight was a little fuzzy. These were telltale signs that I had gone drinking the night before, but I was fairly certain that I hadn't. I didn't remember making plans to, anyway. I rubbed at my temples and wondered to myself if maybe I was coming down with something. I dragged my palm over my face, exaggerating the pain I felt. How it happened didn't really matter to me so much as getting into the bathroom and grabbing an aspirin.
With a groan, I crawled out of bed and dragged my feet across the carpet. My door was open; as it always tends to be after my mother tries to wake me up. I made my way to