Lacey wakes up, her hair all messy and her body aching as her eyes seem to be sulking down. It was just becoming morning with the sun beaming at her window. Her room looked like a mess, a horrible mess of many objects laid around like a storm had shaken her house around. As Lacey tiredly yawns, she quickly put on clothes, heels, and held a bag over her shoulder before exiting her room, tip-toeing her way from her uncle’s view as she exits the house, letting out a huff before faking a smile.