Kayla woke up early on a Saturday morning, rehearsing her lines for her next big play for the school.
However, the events of Friday still stung and she couldn't concentrate on the script in her hand.
"Argh!" she threw the paper away.
All of this was Oliver's fault. She ran her hands, angrily through her hair before bringing them to cover her face. Why did what happened, have to happen?
She needed her boba tea. That was the only thing that could make up for the start of the already shitty morning.
It was still around 7, so there wouldn't be a long line. She came out of her room and her eyes strayed to Louisa's door.
She should ask Louisa to come with her.
She knocked, "Loui? Are you awake?" No response. Kay guessed was sleeping, so Kayla went to the kitchen to make her toasted bread and Louisa's favorite, an iced Spanish latte.
