“Ugh, I want to die,” Heidi announced as she walked into our room.

“Same, what’s up?” I rolled over to look at her from my bed.

“This whole ‘DSP’ thing is taking over my Friday nights and now we have to volunteer on the weekends too.”

“Wait, what?” I sat up.

“Did you check the email?”

I grabbed my phone and took a look at the email from Dr. French about this months assignment to get 10 volunteer hours at the clinic, library, or food line. I sighed, this was supposed to be a once a week thing, now it was taking over my weekends too?

“So which bridge should we go to?” Heidi joked.

“Ha ha very funny,” I said sarcastically. “We need to sign up for hours now though so we can get the best times. Go get Hannah while I get dressed,” I climbed out of bed and went to put on pants.