I wake up with drool on my pillow, my alarm going off on my bedside table. I grab my phone and hit it a couple times on the screen trying to turn off the alarm. It stops going off and I drag my phone closer to my face. I sent my mom a text saying that I have a headache and I won't be going to school today. I lay in bed for a little while longer waiting to hear Ethan get ready for school. His door creaks open and I hear his footsteps go down the hall. He comes back down the hall a few minutes later and knocks on my door. “Come in”, I said as I began rubbing my temples. Ethan opened the door slightly, He looked at me and shook his head. “Headache? Mr. Faker.”, He backed and closed the door. I rolled my eyes and rolled back over in bed.

I am woken up by scratching on my door. I slowly sit up in bed, I stretch slightly and my arm pops. I scooch forward on the bed to begin standing. I stand up and as I put pressure on my legs, my hip pops loudly. Weightlifting definitely kicked my ass. I slowly walk over to the door and open it to find Matt. Matt may be hyper but he’s a good runner. Actually, going for a run might be beneficial. Matt jumps onto my bed and lays down. I walk over to my closet and pick out an outfit to go running in. I grab a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I sent K a text saying I won’t be at school. I check outside my window to make sure no one else was home. My car was alone in the driveway, and I haven't heard any noise from Ethan.