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Joanna's POV

UGH, SATURDAY MORNING, I thought, with a groan, before I stood up and stretched. Animalistic sounds rumbled out of me due to the sweet feeling when hearing my bones crack.

“Joanna!” I heard Dad call from downstairs. “Get up and clean up! It’s Saturday!”

“Dad, I’m up!” I called back as I headed into the bathroom and splashed water on my face to help chase the sleep from my brain.

I knew my dad wouldn’t be happy if he entered my room right now and noticed the huge mess or me still asleep even though it was still seven in the freakin’ morning.

How I woke up that early by myself was a shock to me, especially after the crazy night we all had.

Wait! I thought. Am I supposed to be nursing a hangover right now or did something wake me?

The thought didn’t last with me long as I started arranging and dusting things in my room. The process didn’t last long either when I realized I needed music.