“Move your ass Maddie!”

Sara leapt forward and grabbed the hem of Maddie’s shirt, pulling her forward. With a screech, both of them fell to the ground, off of the bed. Maddie had been standing directly in front of the tv while the commercials played, looking in the mirror that was behind it.

“Gordon Ramsey is on!” Sara shouted, standing up again and jumping on my bed. I sat crisscross, rolling my eyes at her. She had an unhealthy obsession.

Maddie stood slowly, groaning. Crawling onto the bed, she laid horizontally, putting her head on my stomach. I lifted the paper I was working on, eyeing her.

“I’m injured,” She...