Khloe Summer
"Khloe."
"Hey, wake up," a soothing voice urged my consciousness to hoist up from the dark silence of my own slumber. Once I opened my eyes, I winced due to the rays of sunlight coming from my window. Its warmth didn't fill the coldness streaming through my blood.
"You gotta wake up. You're getting late, missy," the same voice said and I rolled over my bed to see my Mom gathering my dirty clothes from all over my room. "And you need to clean your room."
I almost laugh bitterly at that. I couldn't even fix my life so why bother cleaning my room if I was busy trying to make it all right? Trying because since I lost from my own insecure silhouette, I'd been doing a lot of mistakes that I couldn't even find a solution to and they were still hunting me or coming back to bite my
