Bopping to Eye of the Tiger by Britney Spears, I drive home and as soon as I step inside the house my eyes lose the sparkle and I become depressed again. Anytime I come home, it’s like a dark cloud is over me again, and it is suffocating. I don’t know if it is the emptiness I feel whenever I come home, but it is scary.
“Well, home sweet home.” I grab my bag from the seat and get out of the car.
Close the door of my tesla and head inside. Knowing that mama will not be back from work, I open the door by sliding my hand in the recognition console at the door.
Our house has a typical gate that you can only access if you are scanned in and the door unlocks only by facial and biometrics recognition. Mum has a thing about the security, I think she might be a little bit paranoid but then I am n
