Briing!” Again, I really dislike waking in this manner. The shrill sound of the phone, right on a table above my head. Someone picks up from another room. Thank God. I groggily look around at the scattered bodies of teens, teen boys anyway, slowly waking from last night’s party. The girls camped out on Deena’s bedroom floor. Tim, a few feet from me, has his hair sticking up all over the place, his shirt is missing, and has dirt and grass stains all over his shorts. Now, he’s gonna be feeling it, today. “Oh my God!” A loud, loud wail from Deena. “Oh my God!” The loudest indoor yell I’ve ever heard. It sounds like she’s auditioning for Nightmare on Elm Street or something. Totally bloodcurdling and surely gets everyone up in a panic, wide-eyed, now fully awake, looking around. “MOM! DAD!” she’s shouting, now appearing from her room, already dressed in another light, flowery sundress.
