April groaned as daylight managed to make its way through her thick curtains and onto the back of her eyelids just to annoy her. She opened her eyes. Her room was flooded with light, which April assumed meant it wasn't early. Closing her eyes, April sunk back down into her duck-feather pillows and sighed. Her chipped, pastel-blue nails scrambled on her bedside table for her phone. Once she had grabbed it, she turned it on, the brightness of her screen blinding her. She clicked on Rosanna on her contacts. April tapped out a message to her:

[colour=green] Hey Rosanna!!! I am practically dead after partying last night in  club LUSH!! U? And do u know if I have shifts today?? I hope not :/ hahaha [/colour]

April snapped a picture of herself just to prove how much of a zombie she was. In the picture April's usually-sleek pink hair was messy and April thought that it resembled the robin's nest she always saw on the way to work. Her skin was pale, but she still bore her trademark smile. Looking at the picture, April just laughed and sent it.

Having sent a text to Rosanna, April closed her eyes once more and listened to Nick Weston's radio broadcast. When he mentioned her name, April smiled and mumbled   "I could do with an expresso myself," as if he could hear her.