Trixie wake up.

I ignored the voice, hoping it would go away.

Trix, come on get up! Lizzie said, more insistently.

I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my head under the covers, hiding myself from the cruel morning.

Ok, I am not dragging you out of bed again. Now get up.

No.

Lizzie sighed and I heard her leave my room. I was successful, there was no logical reason why she would be getting me up on a sunday morning anyway. And Lizzie knew better than anyone that it was not a good idea to wake me up unless there was a bloody good reason.

Just as my mind began to settle back in its formerly sleepy state, I heard the padding of footsteps come back into my room. I was going to have to get a lock for that door.

There was a few seconds of silence, then the silence was rudely interrupted and broken into lots of little shards of harsh reality. The high pitched beeping of, one of the most annoying alarm clocks ever invented, was going off right next to my ear.

I swung the covers back and gabbed the alarm clock, switching it off with precision. I had done that more than once before. Lizzie looked absolutely petrified as I stood up with the fires of Hades burning in my eyes.

What the ***** are you doing! Its ***** Sunday! I shouted, causing her to stumble backwards.

I hated how I was in the morning,until Id had a cup of tea I was moodier than a pregnant woman being refused chocolate. But I really couldn’t help it, it was like my normal switch didn’t even exist and I just missed out a normal reaction and went straight to crazy in seconds.

Its Monday Trix, you had to be in work five minutes ago. Lizzie said, holding her hands up defensively.

I groaned, stamping my foot in frustration.

Oh youre ***** kidding me!

Lizzie decided to make a quick exit now I was up.

You better call in and say youre running late. she said before shutting my bedroom door.