Monday morning, she was lying in bed her hands tucked just waiting for the alarm to go off so she could start the day with enthusiasm, on her bedside table a picture of her mum, both of them actually. Even in darkness she could still see them smile radiantly, two women decades apart in age but still the same in behavior and physical attributes. She smiled. Grateful to be alive even though she had a lot on her plate, an angry and blinded by love father, always angry, evil and pretending to be nice step-mother, a step-brother addicted to drugs and who looked like he could hit her with a car at any moment and a distant cousin she couldn't figure out and a hot boy who had kissed her lips and went back to acting like nothing happened. School work? Not a bother. She was on top of her class, alwa
