16

It was time for another school day. Becca was already out of bed by the time I had come awake, like she always was. I got rid of my blankets, stretched and yawned before getting to my feet.

I made my bed and changed into my bath robe. During the time I spent in the bathroom, I ensured that my mind was free of all forms of thoughts. I particularly did not want to be carried away, thinking about the only person that crossed my mind.

I wasted no time before joining my parents and sisters on the breakfast table.

"Good morning." I called lazily at them, pulling out a chair and taking my seat. I had worn a simple outfit, nothing extra with a red sweater and a pair of black tights, matching it with my pair of white converse.

"Morning Ally." My dad was the first to call back in his cheery tone. He had his reading glasses on and a newspaper was in his hand.

"Since when do you read the paper at breakfast?" I