Your older sister barged into your room, a whiff of cigarettes and alcohol wafting off of her. June was your older, abusive sister, who had physically and mentally abused you for years behind your parents backs.

June scoffed and flicked your forehead to wake you up. The clock beside you said 7:00 am. “Get up, dumbfuck. Mom sent me to get you since your first day of high school is in an hour. Get ready.”

June lit a cigarette and blew smoke in your face. “I don’t have all day. I have a date in 10 minutes.”