Whittle teacher

You wake up to the alarm on your phone blaring. As you sit up, a sharp pain shoots through your brain and you cough through a dry mouth. Clearly you had a bit too much to drink the night before. You have a fuzzy memory of what happened, but its fragmented at best. You know things started out as a simple night in, just your sister, Sam, and yourself having a bottle of wine and catching up after her recent trip back to your home town. She had been to visit your parents and collect some boxes that you both had been keeping there, as your parents were retiring and moving down to Florida so they needed to get the house cleaned up and sold.

Sam had brought over the old box you had asked her to get while she was back home, just an old memory box from back when you were still in high school. You two had opened the bottle and maybe a second one before you got the the last item in the box. You remember blushing, blood rushing to your face as your sister lifted the final item out of the box but the shooting pains in your skull are making it difficult to really remember any details. You were nearly blacked out at that point. You distinctly remember your sister's laughter though. You may even remember her teasing you and grabbing at you. Just as the memory of what happened fully forms, a second alarm goes off, indicating that you are very late for work. Without even really opening your eyes, you roll out of bed in the darkness of your bedroom, rummage through your clothes and grab something to wear. A simple sundress that you throw over your head. You grab some leggings and slip on some shoes as you rush out to the bathroom to quickly apply makeup and grab a quick breakfast before rushing out the door to work.

As you drive, you wince to try and protect your sensitive eyes from the morning sun. If being hungover wasn't bad enough, you are also hungover on your way to teach art to high school students on a Friday. They are going to be bored and tired and ready to get out of there. Its going to take all of your energy to make today a fun and interesting day for them.

As you park you car, you flash back to the night before. Just a sense of feeling flustered and knowing your sister was laughing as you blushed. There was something in that box that she had really found hilarious. Lucky for you, she just so happens to work at the same school as you. You make a mental note to swing by your sister's office to get her recollections of the night and maybe get some insight into why you can't stop blushing.