GINA
Saturday morning and I wake up to hearing faint voices coming from the living room below me. I move around on the bed, a frown on my face. Why does it sound like there are extra people in the house? Usually, it's just me, Lucas and Mrs. Miller. But now, I can make out the faint voices of a woman and a man. With another groan, I sit up on my bed, running my hand through my thick curly and now disheveled hair. I glance at my reflection in the mirror across me and I nearly cringe. I climb out of bed and head for the window, pulling the blinds to let the sunlight illuminate my room. Despite having settled a little bit of our differences, Lucas and I still share separate bedrooms. Honestly, this is solely my decision and it simply based on the fact that I do not think I can control myself
