Heather's Point of View
“How old are you, Heather?" Sally asked while we are hanging out in our room.
She was about to go home already but it seems like she is going to stay here a little longer same as I do. At least we have something in common other than having the same father. We have fuc ked up people around us. She has an addict for a mother while I have a cheater for a husband and plastic as what I called Friend. Well, that was before. I am starting to cut them off from my life.
“That's a secret," I said winking at her.
I laughed when she started pouting so I messes her hair. She is not that bad and not that annoying like I thought kids would be. She made me wonder why I was afraid to have a kid of my own but then I remember what kind of husband I have and I am glad that I did
