Suddenly, I realize its Monday, and at half past eight I'm still stuck in my bed with the covers pulled over my head and an empty beer bottle still hanging from my fingertips.
I hear a beep and I'm up, cradling my throbbing head in my hands, scared of the light that is slashing through the curtains and across my face and i shrink, recoil, i roll off the bed with a thunk and a moan.
"Oh dear god..."
I scramble around my room, one hand pressed against my forehead, the other gathering up the empty bottles of tequila and beer and such that i stole from god knows where. A couple of ziplock bags are hinting at other signs of illegality. I stuff everything under my bed just as the door falls open and my mother is staring at me. I drop my hand.
“You overslept, sweetie, we need to get going.