I panted as the banging continued on my door. “Who’s it?” I yelled.
“Me, dummy. Who else?”
Ashleeka opened my door and walked in with an air of impatience. “You were yelling random stuff, and you were disturbing the peace,” she accused me.
“Yuh-huh,” she retorted defiantly as she clambered onto my bed and threw a pillow at my face. I growled. Time for a new strategy.
“Whose peace? I was the one sleeping.”
“My peace. I was the one studying. But I’m done now.”
I glared at her. “So why the heck d’ja wake me up for?”
Ashleeka stared at me. Then she hopped off my bed and walked out the door. She was so weird. And annoying. And wonderful. Siblings are complicated.
My back popped a zillion times as I stretched out and batted my stiff wings. My left foot had fallen asleep. I slumped my way out of the room as noises came from the hallway.
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