The houses in Highline Ridge reminded Tina of the little Barbie houses. They looked exactly the same. Same style, same decor, same type of grass outside. It disgusted her out of her mind. Once her father got the promotion that had him, his loving wife, and his selfish daughter move all the way to Seattle, Tina lost respect for the man. (If she had any to begin with.) She never was a family person.

She sighed as she molded into her mattress. School today was hectic, she thought, as she replayed the day. First, she skipped first period to make out with Henry in the cafeteria. Then, Candace and her got into the biggest argument on who got to present in Language Arts. Then…..Bette Porter was embarrassed publicly by Nadia. She didn’t even know the girl, let alone like Nadia, but it wasn’t right to what Nadia did.

‘God, that look on her face was so heartbreaking,’ she thought. ‘Someone should have done something about that.’

Tina jumped a little as she felt the bottom underneath her rumble. It was the garage opening which only meant one thing, her parents were home. She stayed put as she heard her parents conversing as they went up the stairs and into their bedroom, right across hers.

"I’m just suggesting it honey," Victoria Kennard said to her husband while removing her heels. "It’s her decision."

"But she doesn’t do anything at all! She’s failing all her classes, dating that jock, who knows what she’s doing behind closed doors." Chris’ voice boomed.

"Shhh….she can hear you."

"Let her hear me!" Chris yelled again. He pounded on Tina’s door. "Tina you need to do something with your life!"

Tina, annoyed, yanked open the door and came face to face with her father. He was fuming. "I have a life, thank you very much."

 "Smoking, drinking, and Facebook is not a life!" Victoria cowered behind her husband. She never liked seeing him mad.

"At least I’m still in school!"

"School?! You barely pay attention in class, I should know. Look at your grades!"

"Gosh, old man, leave me alone!" And with that, Tina slammed the door in her father’s face.

Bette Porter whistled as she inserted the key into the keyhole in her door. Once the door swung open, an adorable little girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples jumped onto her and hung from her hip.