My mind raced. I caught a ride home with some girl named Tilly, but by the time I reached my house, I only had an hour and a half to study...or sleep. After the night I had, I was so tired, and my head yearned for my soft, buttercup yellow pillow.

But the test! Well, I decided, I had to study. But would a little tiny nap truly hurt? Wow, I couldn't wait to study in just a few minutes... I was gonna ace this test!
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One Hour Later...
I woke up. See, I knew a short nap would refresh me!

Then, I looked at my clock. Five thirty!!?? I whipped out my notes, and began to pour over them like they were a legit Harvard acceptance letter.

If only I was actually good at math, I might have finished. But by six 0'clock, I had only gotten to part 3 of 6. Great. Now I wished I had been a better friend and at least gone to that blasted bungee jumping station, even if I didn't actually go off. Livvie would have understood that. But I saw that she couldn't understand me ditching her. If she had done the same thing, I would have thrown something a her head( well, a soft something) . Now, even worse then my inevitable failing, I might have lost my best friend.

"Bye, Dad, bye Joey!" I waved to dad and my little eight year old brother before running to catch the bus. I made it outside, just in time to see the yellow box on wheels screech away. And my heart broke.

I ran back into the house.

"Dad, dad, I need a ride to school. I missed the bus."

"Ama, what about your van?" He tried to put his checkered tie straight. Wait, a tie?! Dad never wore ties.

"Dad, it broke down yesterday. Again. I need a new car. The van is not only a horrible color, but it breaks down every other day. Please give me a ride to school." I begged. I was prepared to go on my knees.

"Ama, I have, um, an important meeting to get to. Maybe about a promotion. I can't take you. I'm sorry." He said. I noticed he was clean shaven too. I was used to blond hair, a different color then my light brown locks, littering his face with stubble. This was just weird.

This keeps on getting better and better. I thought bitterly. But I was happy for dad. He works two jobs, and he gives it his all. He deserved a promotion more than anyone I could think of.

"That's awesome dad! Good luck. I'm going to bike there."

"Are you sure? I can be late-"

"Yes." I said sternly. No way was I letting my dada miss such an opportunity just for me. Biking was good exercise anyways, so why not?

As soon as I hopped on my rusty old yellow bike, I understood why. The pedals were stiff, and I was not at any risk of going on Tour De France, like, ever.

I knocked into an overly solid tree after only going two blocks. Darn it. Now the stupid bike had a dent. I didn't know bikes even got dents this easily.

I kept it up for over an hour, hitting into fire hydrants, trees, and one very harassed looking pedestrian who threatened a lawsuit.

One hour later, I showed up late into first period French. Madame Halleilles, as she liked to be called, glared at me, but didn't give me a detention.

I suffered through a very long lesson on far past tense, and then went to English, and P.E and Science. Then, at long last, I made it to lunch.

Lunch was brief, however, and next period was math. So I tried to study a bit. Livvie was a math genius. If only she was on speaking terms with me now. We sat at separate tables today, and hadn't said a word when I tried to apologize.

My normally delicious Nutella sandwich tasted like bark without Livvie in the seat next to me.

The bell rang all too quickly. Which meant that the dreaded test was right now.

I ran to class, with a pencil and eraser, as the teacher explained the directions.

"This is a very special test, boys and girls. Instead of being on just this semester's math, it's math for the whole year! Good luck!"

What?

I sat down, and made it through the first ten questions until I felt the lack of sleep creep up on me. I yawned, and the teacher gestured for me to shush.

I stared out the dirty window, trying to make sense of question thirteen. I saw a fluffy bunny rabbit. How cute!

I was not expecting it when the bunny held up a cookie with words on it:

"Ask to go to the restroom."

I didn't need telling twice. This bunny was like a carrier pigeon, it might be sending a message from Livvie so that we can make up! She had once sent me a note by flying hat, this wasn't that crazy for her.

"Mam, may I take a bathroom break?" I asked innocently as possible. It was crazy, but seeing this bunny felt like déjà vu and I had to follow its instructions. It was probably a sign that I needed sleep, or a note from Livvie, but if so...what was the harm?

Two minutes later, I was in the bathroom. Alone. That rabbit was a figment of my overactive imagination. Oh well. Livvie was still mad, and I had to finish a test. No point in dwelling on this, except that I needed a good night's rest without Netflix.

"Goodbye." The rabbit popped down from the ceiling.

"Okay. No more parties until dawn for me. I'm seeing things." I muttered to myself.

"Well, dearie, if you're seeing things, it means you aren't blind." The rabbit informed me. I walked out of the bathroom, and went to the nurse.

"I don't think you have a fever, Amalia. You just need sleep. Go home and take a rest." She dictated.

I heeded her advice, and took a long slumber for the rest of the day. But when I woke up, something was bouncing on my sore head.