"Would you stop pushing me? I am trying to die here." I whined.
"Die somewhere else. I need to place these dresses here or they will crease." Sandi threw me on the floor from my precious bed and I having no energy to get up, remained there pretending to be dead, also leaving my mouth and eyes open to add a dramatic effect.
I heard the door creaking open but didn't bother to get up from the floor because I knew it would be mom. My anticipation was proven correct when she spoke.
"Bella darling, what are you doing there on the floor?"
"Dying," Sandi spoke for me because dead don't speak.
"Oh honey die later, we have to reach there at sharp eight and only half an hour is left. Here, I bought you new contacts. Get up and go get changed. Don't make me do it." her last words had a warning tone so I got up making the ugliest face I could.
