Cloe POV
Laughing and giggling.
It took a few moments to remember where I was, because I never woke to that sound, like ever. Dad or my sister would be yelling at me to start cooking, or calling out where their clean clothes were, never giggling and laughing. Not unless we have visitors, but why would we have visitors first thing in the morning?
I lay there with my eyes closed and listened to those in the room.
The deep voice of Storm, which gives me warm feelings, some girls giggled, which made me feel jealous, and another that sounds like Storm but isn't, not sure how I know that, maybe it was Tank. No, it's not Tank. They are talking about the show and shine and which bikes or cars they liked; it sounds like they had a good time. They changed the conversation to Storm's birthday par
