61 A BAD DAY

“Who's it this early in the morning?” Lily moaned as she threw her pillow over her head to block out the noise of her ringtone. “It's too early,” she groaned into the bed although the sun was already up. When the ringing wouldn't cease, she flung her pillow to the bed and sat up. “Who's the one bothering me?” She muttered in annoyance as she picked up her phone. Her neck jutted forward when she saw it was her Dad. She cleared her throat as she swiped the call to the right. “What sort of daughter doesn't call her father even when he still gives her weekly allowance?” He questioned as soon as she picked up the call. She rolled her eyes as she got out of bed. “Good morning to you too, Dad.” “You're just getting out of bed, aren't you?” He continued, clicking his tongue distastefully. “It's 8 am and you're just getting out of bed? You should be disappointed in yourself—” She walked into the bathroom and after putting the call on speaker and muting herself, she dropped her ph