Ella
By the time I finally make it home, the clock is inching past 10:00 a.m. My feet are sore, my head is pounding, and I can still hear the remnants of last night's music thumping in my ears.
I peel off my party clothes and step into a long, cold shower. After a while, I towel off, throw on a comfy robe, and practically collapse onto my bed.
Just as I'm about to drift off into the bliss of a much-needed nap, my phone starts ringing.
"Ugh, really?" I groan, reaching for it on the nightstand.
It's Rachel. Of course. She's probably calling to gossip about the party.
"Hey," I mumble into the phone, half-awake.
"Ella!" Rachel's voice comes through the speaker, practically bursting with excitement. "Oh my God, have you checked online yet?"
"What are you talking about?" I ask, sitting up slightly. "What's all the fuss about?"
"You just have to see it for yourself," she says, her voice giddy. "Go online, now. You won't believe it."