The Suffering… I 36A

=Morning. Thank god it’s the weekend. That was what Peggy wished she could say or think. To know that all weekend she won’t have to see Trip, but that was as unlikely as… being hungry? Meaning, Trip would very likely show up to pick up or drop off or hang out with his friend and she would mistakenly see his face. When she finally opened her eyes, the moment the light hit her face, she moaned in instant annoyance at the way the light made her eyes feel. Looking away from the pulled back curtains and the sunlight streaming into the room, feeling around the bed for her mother… she wasn’t there. Then she remembered that she left her friends alone in her room and quickly pulled back the most comfortable blanket in the entire house and ran out of the room.