I slowly wipe the soap over my dreary face because today's Thursday, which means no shower day. I look at the bags under my eyes through the mirror. I can safely say the incident that happened yesterday didn't really help well with my sleep.
I sigh and splash the water over my face, taking away the residue and wiping away with my towel. I am terrified for tomorrow, but i can't just not show my face there. I just hope that the threats and comments aren't too harsh, even though they always are.
I put on a baggy beige shirt with some jeans and head out to the kitchen. Mom isn't in there for some reason, probably a rough yesterday at work. I didn't know because I hadn't come out of my room after I came back from Ms. Dolores's house.
I shrug and grab the last pop-tart in the
