Summer Camp
Aiden says yanking down my blanket and grabbing hold of my wrist.
“Aiden...ahh...leave me! It's sunday. I'm not coming," I say, opening my eyes a little and noticing he is already wearing his tracksuit and sneakers. "Look, I have early morning practice from tomorrow onwards. Today's the only day I can sleep peacefully before school reopens,” I whine, pulling my hands back. But he has an iron grip on my wrist and he keeps pulling me forward. So, I at last, bite his arm. He yelps, instantly withdrawing his hand and I smirk, pulling up my covers.