Mood:  don't ask

*An empty bedroom*

*Soft groans come from the floor. Lexie slowly drags herself up to the camera. She looks she went through Hell and back*

Lexie:
Ohh... I feel like crap. I don't know what happened last night.

*Lowers her head to hands*

Lexie:
I already puked in the toilet this morning. I don't think that I'm done quite yet. Ohh... my head hurts.

*Slumps over on the desk in front of her*

Lexie:
That's not all, either. My hair smells like vomit and my clothes like vodka. Plus, I have all of this glitter all over my clothes. My feet hard too and I burns on my hands.

*Groans*

Lexie:
I asked Lucas what happened to me, but he won't tell me what happened. I wish he wouldn't try to dodge my questions all of the time. I'm not stupid; I can take the truth.

*Pauses and throws her hand over her mouth*

Lexie:
Oh God! Got to go!

*Runs to the bathroom*

*Vomiting is heard off-camera*

WRAP