jammns

The peacefully dozing teenage girl was shocked awake. 

“You have three minutes to get to work, Megan” blurted her Dad into the previously silent room, adding some anxiety to the words. 

Instantly the lump on the girl’s bed became three feet taller and grew a black head of hair.

“What?!” Megan exclaimed grabbing for her mobile phone/computer/alarm clock. “What time is it?” 

It was only eight forty-five, but Dad had been given strict instructions by Mom – get her out of bed or she will be late for her new job.