Saturday morning hit like a brick to the face at 5:30 AM, and I was staring at my phone wondering when my life had become a military operation. Twenty-seven messages in the group chat. Seventeen individual texts from four different girls. One missed call from Vivienne at 5:22 AM because apparently sleep was for people who weren't running vampire cafes.
I rolled off the couch, stepping over Gerald the unicorn who judged me with his glassy black eyes. Even a stuffed animal knew I was in over my head.
"Morning, sunshine." Iris appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing yesterday's clothes and holding her phone. "Sarah's coming with us."
Sarah. Right. The friend who taught my fourteen-year-old sister about eyeliner techniques and the proper way to manipulate boys through strategic hair flipping. I'd met Sarah exactly twice, and both times she looked at me like I was a particularly interesting specimen she wanted to dissect.
