Flashback

Storm:

Mirianda’s consistent knocking or rather banging on the door of my room woke me up from the the smoothest sleep I have ever had in a while. I cussed at my step sister repeatedly in my head.

Not minding that the thick head was shouting at me to get my lazy ass from the bed, I took my delicious time in getting up from my soft bed and stretching, before stalking to the door and opening it reluctantly.

“Did you stuff stones into your ears? I have been knocking on your door for hours, bone head!” She screamed, immediately our gazes met.

“Stop screaming like a pregnant goat, and tell me why you are right outside my door this early in the morning. Are you sleepwalking again?” I asked, faking a yawn, knowing how much that would upset her. I wasn’t really in the mood to tango with her especially as she had disrupted my comfort sleep. Yes, I had checked my time before stepping up. It was just five a.m. Today was a sunday, so early risings weren’t acceptable for me.

“How dare you? Who ar