She sat on the musty mattress and pondered whether to leave a final note but decided not to. Anyone who would check out her life and surroundings woul... pretty much understand. She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the dresser as if to say goodbye to herself on last time; a skinny little girl (she looked more like a boy, she thought) with a bad punk haircut, seriously sad eyes and a mouth that hadn’t smiled in years. “Well,” she braced, “I better get this over with. I’m sure I’m way. She was there to give me morning coffee. As she put the coffee on the table and was leaving, I smiled back at her. I was wearing just a boxer and a t-shirt, and I still had a morning boner. I thought my stepmom probably noticed that, which added more fear to me. Priyanka had already left for her college to talk to her about the incident. I was stressed and not able to do anything.I just stayed inside my room thinking about how to deal with this. Later, my stepmom called me for. No senderinformation at all. The box was nondescript, there was no insight to begained here. Angrily, Jose threw the box across the room and examined therock more closely.It was just a shitty pink rock. He half expected the colour to rub off onhis hands, but it didn't. Jose's mind raced. Who the hell would send thisto him? Someone must be fucking with him. Perhaps this is a well knownprank or something, maybe a bunch of these rocks have been sent to randompeople?Jose opened his phone and. Samantha is the fourth of five children of a lower-middle class family. Though her father and mother love her and are good parents, they were always busy with her siblings and making ends meet. The eldest, a brother, is the hardworking one that is following in the footsteps of their machinist father. The second son is the smart one, who graduated with honors a few years ago with an engineering degree and immediately found a good job. The third child is the good looking wild sister that always.