When We Met...

“ANNA GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” Hollers a raspy female voice. I sigh, and get up from my desk. My mother is standing outside my door, my baby brother in one hand, a cigarette in the other. “I’m missing THREE, cigarettes!” She spits, “ Care to explain why?” She looks at me ferociously. I roll my eyes, “instead of accusing me, why don’t you go ask Pat.” I jerk my finger down the hall. She smirks, “Because I know he isn’t a little s**t headed brat, like you.” I flinch as she flings her butt at me, burning my elbow.