Love in the closet

The light coming from the window almost always wakes me up before my alarm clock. And today was no different. The only thing changing about today is that I'm not 18. And with 6 months left in the school year, not too long before I can get out of here and be myself. As I feel the light glide over my eyes I sit up and look around my bedroom. The hardwood floors smooth yet still covered in places by my laundry.

I sigh before getting out of bed and looking in my mirror, my shoulder length purple hair a mess from my obvious tossing during the night.

"Samantha's gonna kill me" I mutter out as I shake my head and head into the bathroom to take a shower before breakfast.