Aideen P.O.V

       Beeep. Beeep. Beee-

My head pounded.as I listened to the beeping of a useless alarm clock. Sure enough, five minutes later, Angelica,  my border collie, came into the room to get me up. I knew she'd be disappointed if I was already up, so I stayed in bed. Angelica jumped onto my bed, shaking it. She went straight for the eyes, then licked my whole face.

          That's how she usually got me up. She barked softly and playfully as I rose up, throwing off the one sheet I used that night. I scavenged through my drawers, finding black jeans, a black jumper, and some combat boots. Just the usual. I grabbed a black, oversized hoodie and threw it in with the rest, as it would get cold today. The hoodie created sweater paws, as it covered most of my hands. I looked small.

I am small. I'm only 5'2, which is shorter than the average for a 15-year-old girl. I fled the house after having fed Angelica and Gingerbread. Gingerbread is my father's cat. He's an orangey-brown with hazel eyes, and white paws, which is why we called him Gingerbread. Though, Angelica was named after Angelica Schuyler, a strong feminist in the American Revolution. America is my home now, so, maybe I should take in interest in its history.

       "Bye, dad!" I shouted to my father as I ran out the door, having to keep Gingerbread in. I felt like today would be a good day. Sadly, I'm probably mistaken.

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Mother's POV

Aideen left without a goodbye to me, the one who gave birth to her. She's so ungrateful. She doesn't even speak to anyone but her father. I'm going to get her to talk when I win the custody battle. I don't care if it puts her in the hospital, that bitch is gonna talk to people other than him.