Your cell phone rings, waking wewe from a peaceful sleep. wewe reluctantly climb out of kitanda to find it, wrapping a sheet around wewe and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call wewe at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, wewe smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. wewe flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” wewe say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” wewe say sarcastically.
“Where...