Nara
The next morning, I was awakened by ice-cold water being dumped on me. I screech and stand, scowling at Lang and Trisha. They are laughing, while I shiver with the cold.
"That's for ruining our party last night, b***h," Trisha says and throws the metal bucket in my face. I'm too late to dodge, and it hits my forehead. Tears rush to my eyes at the intense pain I feel. The two leave the room, and I'm left with so much anger and sadness.
I take my sheets to the laundry room. I'm crying as I dry my sheets. I look at the large mirror and inhale and exhale. Breathe, Nara. Breathe, doce menina. My mother's gentle voice rings in my head. I was her sweet girl, and I had her face. My mother's name was Catarina, it means pure. She was tall, slim and beautiful, with very curly hair and
