“Shit!” I heard as I woke up slowly, “Milly, I’m late! I missed the bus! You need to drive me! Why the hell is your door locked?” I heard as pounding hit my door over and over. I groaned and shrunk into my blankets and pillows, the warmth and comfy space.The door wasn’t locked. It couldn’t lock. It’s just broken a little from all the times it has had to deal with the pressure of me pushing it one way and Natalie on the other, trying to get it open again.
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