It was sunny outside, the sky was clear, and the flowers were in bloom. The sun was shining through the window onto my bed. It was very warm.
And interrupting my nap! I burrowed under my covers. I'd deal with the daytime later. Right now, it was peaceful. Joshua, McGiggles, and Cherry were outside playing, Sammie was with Angela at the beach. AJ was inventing stuff (as always), and Claudius and Ryan were probably skateboarding and doing boyish stuff. And I'm pretty sure Raychel was at the theater with the Keeper. And Crystal...
"Jazz! Jazz! Jazzy! Jazzy-jazz! Wake up! Wake up!" Well, Crystal was hopping on my bed trying to get me to wake up. If it were anyone else, I would've yelled at them. But Crystal is so small and fragile. Literally. Plus, I'm the only one she could talk to without being shy.
"Go away." I muttered from under the purple blanket.
"But Jazz!" she whined. "Today's Thursday! You promised!"
Oh. Right. Today is Thursday. Every Thursday, someone goes with me to the Coffee Shop to pick up the newspaper, and this week I said Crystal could come with me.
"Alright, alright." I said, lazily dragging myself out of my puffle bed.
"Hurry up if you want to beat the rush!" she said, bouncing with glee. I almost feel sorry for the little white puffle. This is one of the few times she's ever left the igloo, and it's to get newspapers. I bet she doesn't even know what the rush is, or even what it's for. Poor thing.
We exited out the red wooden door and out into our little world known as Penguin Isle.