C9 NINE

Kamila Houston sat on the balcony, lost. It had been quite a day; one she wanted to move so fast. She breathed in, inhaling the cranky smell of burnt brownies. “Alissa!” She groaned. She rose to her feet and made back inside, seeing the last person she wanted to see.

“Mom!”

“Kamila, we need to talk…”

“I don’t want to hear anything,” Kamila halted her.

“What have I done to you