Mariah, you can do it!
Big brown eyes stare back at me. I duck, spraying water on my face from the running faucet then I turn back my gaze to the mirror. The freckles on my pale skin form starry constellations like that in the dark sky. I trace some copying what my mom used to do to cheer me up. But no matter how much coaching I give myself, the fear in my eyes still shows. My heart won't stop thumping and my legs won't stay straight. With a heavy sigh, I wrap a towel in my unruly dark curls and headed out of the bath. Fear can drown me all it wants but I have a life that I need to live for. Failure is never going to be my option. I need to be strong.
Make a left at Saint Peter then straight through Saint Theodore.
A fit, that's what I want to do. Lay on the floor and roll around like a
