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Chapter 1- Mia

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I couldn’t remember how the party ended. I don’t even remember how I got home. But still I gaze up at the ceiling, hungover on my bed. The silvery iPhone next to my bed buzzed, taking me from my thoughts.
Henry:
Has anyone seen my jumper
Of course. The stupid jumper strikes again. Honestly, he might as well marry it.
Mia:
I don't think anyone cares abt ur jumper Henry
I tossed the phone across the room and went back to dozing. 5 minutes later, 25 unread messages, I groan and open my phone
Henry:
Which couch did u see it on i neeeeeeed it
Jessie:
The one in the lounge room idk
Henry:
Which lounge room were there 4
Jessie:
idk leave me alone, I'm tired
Emily:
Aren't we all I don't even remember how i got home. I crashed
At this point, I put my phone on silent and wondered how Henry had the energy to worry about his jacket.
“Miiiiiiaaaaaaa!”. My eyes flashed open, and light streamed through, temporarily blinding me.
“Miiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaa! Do you want lunch?”
My sister. I forced myself out of bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“What do you want?” I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
“Do you want lunch or not!”“I’m coming.”
I started down the stairs when I realized I was still wearing my dress from last night. I scurried up the stairs and dashed into my bathroom. Quickly after, I heard someone stomping up the stairs.
“Mum says you have to come downstairs.” My sister couldn’t get enough; she took any chance to get me in trouble.
“I cant” I reply “Im on the toilet.”
“Um TMI!” She responds “Come when your done ill wait for you.”
“I dont feel so well I think i have gastro. I think im going to puke!”
A shriek comes from my sister and she left quicker than she came in. If theirs one thing i know my sister doesn’t like puke.
After checking that there was none there i hurried to my dresser and put on a pair of pjs and lied in bed pretending i was sick. There was a knock on the door and it clicks open and my mother walks in.
“Honey your sister said you weren’t felling well.”
“I think I have gastro,” i say in a feebly sickly voice “I think i need to stay in bed.”
“No wonder you slept in. Of course have a rest ill bring you some food.”
The rest of the day consisted of Netflix, cookie dough ice cream and lathering in the thought that i got away with another party even though I didn’t have the slightest clue what I did there.