I turned my head toward the voice as I started, “And you were right as usu-” Guess Twilight was right about the cider," I muttered.Ī groggy female voice on my right groaned and said, "See? I tried to warn you.” I raised a limp arm to rub my head, hoping that would somehow lower the pain. My headache brought me out of thoughts about the door and blanket. Those swirls appeared to be slowly spinning. It was a dark-purple one with some thin, lighter purple lines in the shape of swirls. In fact, when I took a closer look at the blanket covering me, up to just below my chest, I noticed it wasn’t my usual blue one. The door should have been to the right AND my bed should have been further away from it. The room’s closed door, a light-green double-door, was to the left, about half the room's length away. Yet even taking my hangover into account, something wasn’t right about my bedroom. Fan-bucking-tastic! It felt worse than I imagined it would have, but at least this was one of my days off from the spa. That helped register that I was feeling the effects of my first-ever hangover. A memory of the last evening emerged in the 'ol noggin: I drank cider for the first time. Lying on my back in my bed, I looked down at my shirt, a white one, and saw a few brown stains on the part over my chest. Ugh, did I break a Pinkie Promise by mistake? If so, Pinkie let me off easy. In general, my whole body felt limp and sore. My stomach was hurting too, throat felt dry, and was thirsty as buck. It wasn't easy to force my heavy eyelids to open, and there was no time to think about anything before I grew aware of a pounding headache. It was the thing I hated the most about going to school. The sound of something woke me from a peaceful sleep.
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