Lexi's POV

  The next day, I was able to let off some steam in school during art class. I created a visual representation on what was going down between the two of us. It involves a rainbow, a mother angel trying to smash the rainbow, and the daughter angel trying to protect the rainbow. When my mom came to pick me up, I noticed that she was driving the wrong way. "Mom, this isn't the way home."

  "Well, we're not going right home," my mom responded.

  "Are we going to the grocery store?"

  "No."

  "The post office?"

  "No." 

  "Then where are we going?"

  Mom stopped the car and said, "We're here!" We were at a mental clinic.

Mrs. Wilson's POV

  If I couldn't get through to Lexi, then maybe a psychiatrist could.