Serena ran for her room the moment she got into the house. Her mother was passed out on the couch, a half smoked cigarette in one hand that had burned another hole in their leather couch and half drank bottle of bourbon in the other. It wasn't that she was upset, just seeing her mother a wreck in the place she once tried to make a home for her father was heartbreaking. It was like she had just given up on everything and everyone, but most of all herself. She tossed down her bag, stripped out of her clothes and into a tank and some sweats with flip flops. Her stomach rumbled, confusing her of course because she had eaten a hearty lunch. Shrugging she went into the kitchen looking for something to cook for herself. She found some chips her aunt had hidden for her and opened the bag. Humming
