Raina woke up lazily feeling a spilting headache, her entire body covered in sweat that drenched the thin sheets.
It happened everytime she dreamt about her father.
She murmured a short prayer and went into the old but exceptionally neat bathroom and stood under the cold shower.
After the shower, she came out wiping her face withe the edge of her thin towel, her skin was prickly from the icy cold shower that left her bones aching. The old pipes in the bathroom groaned every morning -a bitter reminder that warmth was a luxury the house couldn't afford.
Dressed in a pink t-shirt and blue faded jeans, she stepped into the small living room.
The morning light crept into the living room through the cracks on the worn out curtain.
Her mom had left for work leaving behind Raina's breakfast of bread and butter with cocoa flavored coffee and her habitual note on the table
"do your best today baby, I am proud of you already "
Raina folded the note like a treasure and tucked it into the back of her faded jeans .
The house smelt of old wood and lavender detergent, a scent she'd always associate with home no matter where life took her.
After eating her breakfast, she hurriedly washed the dishes and packed them, straightened the cushion and glanced once more at the cracked family photo on the shelf. Just her and mom, that was all that mattered.
Grabbing her backpack -worn out, patched up and covered in tiny scribbled dreams, Raina stepped outside into the street of River Bend Drive.
The street buzzed with life, kids chasing each other and riding bikes down the street, neighbors shouting morning greetings, but even with all that, Raina had only one thing on her mind, final exams.