Chapter 7The next day arrived with the touch of sunlight against pale skin, the early morning unwelcome and unwanted, the shrill tone of her phone’s alarm indicating the need for her to shed her sleepiness and rise from bed.
Without thinking, she kicked away the tangled sheets she had been wrapped up in, pulling down her twisted Boston Bruins shirt in an attempt to preserve her modesty before her audience of none, and made her way to the bathroom, taking stock of her messy bed hair, the green eyes that stared back at her, the gap between her front teeth.
She considered the face of the girl who stared back at her from several angles, pulling at the skin under her eyes, examining the space between her teeth, until, finally assured that there was nothing terrible in her reflection, she fill
