Sydney woke up due to the loud ring of her rusty alarm clock. She sprang up as she was a little frightened.

"This bitch wouldn't be the end of me." She whimpered hitting the alarm clock hardly on the head.

It stopped ringing, and she yanked off the duvet from her lower body, climbing down the bed.

She yawned widely and stretched out still feeling lazy.

"I still feel drowsy." She grumbled rubbing her eyes with her two hands.

She searched for her phone in the drawer next to her bed, and then she saw it.

She switched it on and found out it was a Saturday.

Saturdays are always...