Prompt: My friend was mad
I woke up all of a sudden to the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table. Still lying in bed, I rolled over sluggishly and picked up my phone, wondering who could be calling this late in the night. It was Sid. My face flushed. I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn. I answered the phone and slowly raised it to my ears, but before I could say anything, he shot off. His voice was a red, hot fire, igniting every word leaving his mouth. I could only imagine a face full of rage and hatred, eyes as wide golf balls, fists curling and whitening. But he had all the reason to be furious; I really screwed up this time.