Chapter 4
The dream came again, always the same, a place I knew too well, a place I’d walked hundreds of times before. And the more times I visited, the more I couldn’t help but feel this was where I belonged… in my head, not outside. Not standing here in front of the mirror wondering what to do for the day, not to mention my life. Not stuck in the real world with everything that entailed. Foster care, school sucking, and the part-time job that came with a few perks like free movies.
I dragged the orange tee over my head and down my stomach. The logo, Cinemaximum, ran across my chest. Then I combed my hair into a high ponytail and reached for the orange elastic band. Shadows still collected under my eyes, and I leaned closer to the mirror in my bedroom, pressing to find they weren’t puff
