Girl From Down the Street: Part 2
Sarah woke up early the following morning. The young sun was just starting to sneak around her curtains, casting a gold glow over her room. The excitement for the day made her giddy as she pushed back the covers and looked over at her clock, the red letters were a blur. She fumbled around her nightstand until her fingers brushed against her glasses. Slipping them on, she looked at the clock again. It read 6:43 am. Dressing in a bathrobe she exited her room, crossed the hall, and entered the bathroom. Having not showered the night before, her hair was a greasy mess. She had left it in a ponytail overnight and it was matted sideways up the side of her head where she had slept on it. Her face also felt filthy. Rubbing her …