Chapter 11

The next day, I woke up not to the sound of birds chirping outside or to the smell of pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. No. It was from Callie, hitting me with a feather down pillow and laughing her head off. "Cals!" I laughed, trying to evade the feathery attack. "Is this how you wake someone up?" She got off me, snickering and then took one look at my face and started rolling with laughter. Oh no. What did she do? I eyed her suspiciously as I went to look in the mirror. My hair was a nest of quill and feathers, as I'd expected, and apart from looking like a duck, there was a moustache doodled above my top lip. I stared at her through the glass and her body quaked as she tried to hold back her laughter. She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, it's on!" I grabbed the black sharpie from off the nightstand and chased her around the room as she shrieked with laughter. After I'd gotten her