THE next day I was awoken by the sound of my phone dinging at what had to be about one hundred dings per second. It was Alison and Madison wanting to know what exactly happened at their party and if I was okay. When my phone finally stopped emitting that harrowing dinging sound, I close my eyes and attempt to fall asleep again.

Ding.

I shoot up, groaning. All I ask is for one uninterrupted day where I can just sleep my problems away and not sit around while wallowing in my own grief. Is that too much to ask for?

Ding.

I hastily grab my phone from off the...