EMMY

The next morning I am woken up by a pillow landing roughly in my face.

"HEY!"

"The grace period is over," comes June's voice from below, "now I want to know everything."

Reluctantly, I sit up and look up from my bed. June is sitting on hers, looking up at me. Unlike me, she doesn't have a loft bed, but a single bed against the wall. I didn't care which bed I took, and since June said she was afraid of falling off the ladder while drunk, the allocation was quickly decided.

"Okay," I say resignedly, "what do you want to know?"

"So first of all, how do you...