I stare at the letto sheets that are covering me. With 6 of them on superiore, in alto and 2 beneath me I feel like a sandwich. Suddenly I can hear my dad's footsteps coming up the stairs. I know what's coming. Quickly turning over I cover the rest of my head with the blankets. I could hear my dad walking into the room, I wished that I could turn invisible, he then detto in a kiddy voice, "Annabelle!! Time to get up!" I didn't move, "Do te want me to get the ice packs?" he detto with a questioning tone.
At that moment I didn't care, the freezing ice packs on my legs o the freezing cold air all over my body,...
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