My alarm went off early the next morning, but it didn't matter. I was already awake. It felt like christmas morning, but on top of being super excited, I was also insanely nervous.
Liam wasn't as thrilled with the wake up call, but he stirred, crawling out of his makeshift bed to pull a shirt on and escape out the door. I rolled myself deeper into the blanket, taking a few extra moments to myself in the comfort of warmth. Avery's mother kept the house cold. And even with my powers to keep me warm, I didn't want to leave my bed.
A knock on the door frame drew me out of my circling thoughts of what I was about to do.
"Ezra." Dad's voice was soft, and when I didn't answer, he repeated himself louder.
"Yeah?"
"There's coffee and breakfast in the kitchen; it's time to get up and get ready."
I groaned and debated snuggling down further into the covers for another few moments, but I threw the blankets off instead and grabbed a handful of clothes.
