You’re eyes set on your lips as you lowly and gently put (color) lipgloss on you’re lips, setting down the lipgloss and looking at your finishing makeup. “Beautiful” you say to yourself. You grab your (mini) backpack/ (or)purse as you walk to the living room.

Seeing your drunken father sitting on the couch. “Daddy..I’m going out..” you say, in the most sweetest tone ever. Your father walks to you and caress you’re hair. “With who?” “Emily” You lie, he nods and you leave. To go meet your 8…