Chapter 13. Hate Email

**CHERYL**

I knew the moment I opened my eyes that it was going to be a day. It's Friday the thirteenth, the worst day ever invented in the history of time.

A date belonging to screeching black cats, tumbling salt shakers, and broken clocks.

It was certainly not a day where good things happen to a hardworking girl who had slaved herself all night and who woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in superstitions but the achy crick in my neck tells me that today's black magic already started on my pillow last night.

Awesome.

“Arise and shine—” Gwen said in a singing voice as she causally strolled into my room. She paused mid-stride and her gaze danced from one surface to another. “Jesus Christ, it feels like death in here,” she mumbled and walked over to draw back my curtains.

Groaning, I buried my face deeper into my pillow. “It's Friday the thirteenth, of course, it will feel like death everywhere.”

Gwe