Addy
Tuesday, February 19, O7:OO a.m.
My eyes squint open as the sun shines in my face through the huge windows of my new room. I let out a yawn before dragging myself out of bed and walking towards my closet. As I look at myself in the standing mirror I notice that the scar on my hairline has almost completely faded, with my hair framing my face it's almost invisible.
The huge weight that I have been carrying throughout the murder case process has been lifted off my chest along with the pressure my mother and Jake have been putting on me for years.
A new start, in a new home, with new friends. I've been redeeming myself slowly but gradually.
I get distracted from my thoughts about life and what not by the sweet smell of pancakes that found its way through the cracks of my bedroom door. The thought of Ashton doing an attempt at cooking in her unnecessarily huge kitchen without the help of Charlie makes my face light up.
I never thought that I would say this again, but I'm actually excited for a new day.
