Mallory

Jeffrey shook Mallory underneath her piles of blankets and comforters.  “Mallory, wake up!  Mom’s on the warpath.”  

“Go away, twerp.  I don’t care.”  She burrowed further into her blankets and threw a pillow on top of her aching head.

“Mallory, c’mon.  Get up.”  Jeffrey persisted a moment longer, but she only swatted at him, so he left.

“Don’t say I didn’t try to help you,” he said and ran out of the room.

A moment later, Mallory’s mother jerked all the covers off of her bed, yelling her name.

“Mallory Dawn Reynolds.  Get yourself out of that bed.”

“Mo-om,” she whined.  “Leave me alone.  I’m not six anymor...

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