I roll over looking at my phone. Two missed calls from my mom, and it’s ten AM. The loud pounding continues and I take notice that it’s not just my head throbbing. I scuffle with the covers and let out a soft curse as my feet hit the cold hardwood floor. The pounding is more frantic and louder. I shuffle faster towards the door. All I have to say is there better be a fire, or someone better be dying if you're pounding on my door like that, at this time. I grab the handle, as I unlock Fort Knox. Who even has this many locks on their door? I whip the door open with more force than needed, and immediately feel the need to slam it closed. Like I said someone better be dying. “Isn’t too early to be harassing people?” I ask my voice croaks like a frog, and I realize I just crawled out of bed to answer the door. I’m in a three times too big, old t-shirt, my undies, and my hair is sticking up in every direction.
