Prologue
Opening my eyes on an early Sunday morning is definitely not my thing. So when my cousin –and partner in crime- shook me awake at six in the morning, I was really not happy.
"Hey," a whispered voice spoke from my dark void of sleep. "Hey, wake up Jaylee its morning and I'm hungry."
'Who cares?' I ask myself mentally, as I soon end up rousing myself into sub- consciousness. 'God, why doesn't someone drop kick him or something?'
"WAKE UP!" the voice –I now recognize as my cousin- screams in my ear. "I'M FREAKING STARVING HERE!"
Of course if you've ever been woken up like this before, you know the first thing that happens when you wake up is for you to kick the person. And one well placed kick can send someone into spiraling, bloody pain beyond their small perception of this world. Which is exactly what happened here; as soon as I was fully awake, my leg –which seemed to have taken to a life of its own- shot out from beneath the blanket and went smack- dab into the "in which it will hurt like no tomorrow" place -if you're a guy. I didn't mean to do this, but he really shouldn't have done what he did. I swear at the time, he probably wasn't right in the head, but I don't really mind. I got him to scream for something that counted.
"!" my cousin, Henry screamed bloody murder. "MY NUTS! OH GOD, WHY DID YOU DO IT?"
