I was sitting on a wooden chair in the hallway next to a spindy table whiling through the double doors was the lawyers deciding my faith. It wasn’t that they were specifically talking about me or they cared about my existence. To them i could be sold out for money because I was useless.
They were cutting of those pieces that was left in my father’s life, weighing the value of houses and cars against what was owned to the bank. What was clear was that my life will be forever changed. I stood up and stared into an oval viterian styled mirror that huge over the table. In high school I was labeled “SPARK” because my single parent father could not teach me how to look and act like a proper girl. I’m just 19 year girl with thin short nose, plane grey eye and small mouth whose life has completely changed by her father’s death.