Sunday passed by uneventfully, Quinn was employed once again and that was enough to make her happy. She exchanged numbers with Emma the day before, the only question was if her new "friend" was really genuine. She never had a lot of friends, some dared to talk to her on elementary and middle school days, but they were long gone since high school came around. By the first year, when everybody was labeled cool or not, the people who once talked with her didn't even dare to look her way anymore.
Sighing, Quinn decided not to think about anything further. It was monday again, the worst day of the week. Wearing her usual gray hoodie and a pair of jeans, she went downstairs. Slowly stepping on the staircase, she found her mother on the couch, sleeping. Remembering saturday's events, Quinn avoid
