I woke up to the sound of a whistle blowing. The Master of Ceremonies sang “Ooh-ooh!” into a microphone and was echoed by the poolside crowd. Caribbean music filtered into the room. My head pounded. It was so loud. Why was it so loud?
I opened my eyes. The bright light made the throbbing in my head even worse. I squeezed them shut and smashed my face into the pillow. The movement only amplified how shitty I felt. This was the exact reason going to Mexico for spring break was a bad idea.
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