VON ch.5


I curled up in my bed, and pushed down until I was under the covers completly.

My thoughts drifted to my mother, and her beautiful hair. That fell in curls behind her back. Unfortunatley I didn't get her hair. I got my rotten dad's. I didn't look anything like my mother. Except for her eyes. Pretty, and stern. Well, I got her eyebrows too. Only hers didn't turn into a frown all the time, like mine. They were perfectly curved. She never had to pluck them. I had to start when I was eight.

The pleasant thoughts of Momma put me to sleep and I dreamnt and dreamnt. My dream was pleasant. But when I woke up pleasant was nothing to describe the situation I was in.

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