"So... Where are we going?"

I hadn't actually thought about that. "Um. It's a surprise?"

"You don't know, do you."

"Mmmm... No."

We kept the banter up for a good long while, but it soon turned to awkward silence. 

   

    I woke up the next day with a splitting headache. My ears were ringing, and I desperately wished I lived during the French revolution as a noble, just so the pain would stop. Even though it was a Friday, I apparently had not woken up for school, because sunshine was streaming through my window, illuminating the dust motes in their decorative dances as they sunk to the floor. I buried my head under the pillow, as if the pressure of it would silence the pounding. 

    I quickly discovered that my efforts were futile, and sat up. I ran my hand through my hair and- what was that? Under my fingers were two small bumps, the texture of bone. What. The. Fuck. Before I screamed, I took a look in the mirror, just to see if it was me being paranoid. Unfortunately, no. I seemed to be growing horns. They sat behind my temples from either side, just above my ears. 

     This time, I screamed. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- I couldn't even think about how bad the pain was because of my hyperventilation at the discovery that I was growing horns. Angel came running into the bathroom, out of breath, saying something about how I was lucky that everybody else wasn't home, but to be honest, I wasn't really listening. Who would be? 

    "Why were- are you screaming?" Angel panted. 

"Because I have fucking horns! Look!" I pulled my hair back from around my temples, and Angel's eyes went wide with shock. Oh dear... maybe he shouldn't have known... 

Was I about to ruin everything?