Since her placement test being taken - and now completed - she'd finally have her own room. Her own home. Her place! She didn't have to be a pest to her Dad anymore. She didn't have to listen to his silly rules. She could make her own rules, and be free forever. Well, for the time she was staying, at least.
Slipping a key out of her pocket, she shoved it into the door, and turned it... Slowly. She danced in with joy, not peering at anything but her eyelids. As she opened her eyes, she sighed. It was nothing like she planned. It has a bed and all. It's not bad, Angela! Stop! She scolded herself. She slowly headed outside, feeling slightly heart-broken.
"Angela, want to hear a story with Buttercup-star?" Angela's Mom asked. "Yay!" She cried. She grabbed her cat and sat on her mother's lap. She went through a story of how she was in a dorm in college.
Few days later, as she was attending college, she never came home. Word was on the local news. "Some woman... Got murdered at her dorm. Close all doors..." And such. Whatever crap was on the news, got Angela sad. It was offical; her mother got murdered. Then her cat died. HEART-BREAKING...
Standing still on the outside, she remained there, sniffling softly.
