I got out of my car with a sigh. I shouldn't have gone to the club yesterday. Grace was worse than me. Her face was hilarious. To every little noise she would cry and scream for it to stop. She wasn't willing to come to school but Aunt Lucy was a bit angry that she came home drunk. It was sort of a punishment for her. She was wearing a shades as the light was too bright. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when she would tell me to turn the sun off.

"Why aren't you having a hungover?" she asked as she walked by my side to my...