Kendra's Point of View.
Her stance was menacing, the rain reducing to a drizzle, the chirps of crickets beginning to cover the night like a choir, in the mix of the deep bass croaking of toads and frogs.
"I'll take it however I can," I answered her, confident of my stance.
"And end up being a rogue, a weak one at that?"
"I'm done being the weak one here," I said, turning towards Mother, the moon beaming behind me, its pale silver glow bathing the room, thought Mother to have moved away from me, when she rose up, high as a wave, my hair scattered over my face, I stood in shock, fear of the unknown, of what had, of the moment as I could feel my skin tingled, itchy, one moment, hot, the next, then, both reaction on my face as her hand waved past my face, this wasn't the first time she wou
