Well i suck at summarys, but i hope you enjoy the story, btw i'm not that good at english since i'm from sweden.
I woke up in the middel of the night by the sound of my cell ringing, I picked up wondering who the fuck would call me at this time of the day.
"Hi frankie, what are you doing?"
"I'm fucking sleeping, it's like in the middel of the night your dumbass"
"Aw, that's so cute, School started an hour ago"
"Oh, shit, well i'm staying home today"
"okay, see you later"
I hung up, got out of bed trying to walk to the shower. I hate mondays and I hated hang overs. This was going to be a long day, but in one way I prefered to be hang over at my home then to be called named, bullied and smashed to pices in school.