You were awakened by a rock thrown at your window.

It was 1:25 in the morning, and you didn’t really know what to expect. You were friends with MANG, and Max had tried to sneak into your room before, but it hadn’t been tried since the 8th grade.

As you groggily walked up to the window and pulled back the curtains, you could see none other than Ginny Miller standing there.

“Hey, let me in!” She exclaimed, her arms crossed. It was Springtime and still chilly outside.

You rushed down to the lower level, letting her in and watching as she climbed up to your bedroom. She plopped onto your bed (which was practically hers) and crossed her arms as she laid back. “I needed out of that house.”

Before you could ask, she responded to herself.

“Me and my mom got into another fight.”