Karyn heard an alarm go off.
Not her alarm. Her alarm was from her (busted up) treasured iPhone 4. It was supposed to sound like a gentle jingling that increased with time and instead sounded like a robot owl was alerting anyone who would listen that its head had been removed.
This was not that sound. This was a Taylor Swift song. Karyn
(loved!!!)
hated Taylor Swift. Stupid
(soulful and so real)
pop almost always about some ex boyfriend
(telling the pain so real)
to the point of cliché.
The double train of thought was giving her a headache and that was making waking easier and less desirable, so it took her a moment to notice that the room she was in was pink and not white, her bed was luxuriously soft and not a Sealy medium twin that really needed replacing, and
(her)
Sarah McMillan's mom was poking her head in the door. "Sarah, Kara," she called with a smile. "Wake up, even with a double water heater, Paige will run down the hot water before you can if you don't hurry."
Sarah poked her head out of the covers in the bed next to
(Kara's)
Karyn's. "She's right," she said with a sisterly smile that warmed Karyn's heart. "Let's move."
