“Over and over. It was my phone; I felt it vibrating against my side. “Make it stop,” Tosh moaned. Mentally, I was trying to force it to, but my body would not move. When the buzzing began again, I felt a hard push and was rolled onto my stomach. “Your phone is archaic,” Hazel griped. “It’s your fucking mom,” she said, and tossed the phone, hitting me in the head. “Ow,” I growled. “Sorry,” she mumbled and lay back down. I had nine missed calls—all from my mother. Reme...mbering that I hadn’t asked her if I could stay out last night woke me right up, and made me nauseous. My phone vibrated again before I had time to faction a story. As if it would have mattered. “Hello?” I answered, eyes tight, awaiting her wrath. “Have you spoken to your father today?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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