CHAPTER 11

Mum knocks on my bedroom door for the millionth time and I groan, rolling over in my sleep.
"Emily, you've got half an hour to be up and ready!" She yells through the crack in the door. I hear her footsteps grow fainter as she walks back down the stairs.
"Screw you." I mutter, flipping a finger at the door. I know she can't see me but I earn a sense of satisfaction from it.
Does Mum seriously want to walk around and act like the perfect family all day?
I haven't seen any...