And then the world ended.
Or at least my family as I know it.
My mom goes cold turkey, staring around wild eyed unsure what to do with herself while endlessly searching for something she can’t find.
My dad goes into hand on hand combat with the machine muttering profanities, his eyes blurry, his hair a mess.♥
I am different.
I am weird.
I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…
I’m the only blonde person in our class.
I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.
And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different.♥
The sun is streaming through the window as I once again sit on the floor, apparently my favorite spot at the moment. A little square of sunshine illuminates the place where I sit, creating a warm glow just for me. The house is completely quiet. No one else is awake, but me.♥