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Walking into the house at nine o clock young fifteen-year-old Samantha "Sam" Manson closed the door behind herself expecting a quiet house. But, instead she walked right into her mother.
Her mother was mad. Hands on her hips, her mother scowled, "Where have you been? I told you days ago your aunt and cousins would be arriving today. You knew very well that you were supposed to be home by six."
Sam put a hand on her hip, a dull look in her eyes, she looked at her mother and bit the bottom skin of the inside of her mouth.
"I don't like them," Sam replied and biting the skin very deeply she riped a tiny piece off and swallowed it. She focused more on biting the skin than on her mother and thats how her mother noticed.
Biting the skin had become a new habit of hers. Also, she picked her lip too. When the blood came out it calmed her and in some ways in distracted her.
The new habits bothered her mother though.
Enraged, her mother dressed the way she was, rich yelled angrily at the calmality of her daughter, "Samantha you have to quite doing this." With that yell she didn't wait for her answer she grabbed her daughters bottom lip and pulled it down looking at the inside skin which was white and bitten raw.
Releasing it she continued, "Remember what happened last time you bit your lip to much you had to go to the hospital and they had to cut the skin out of your gums to replace it."
"Maybe next time he'll cut my face off," she yelled getting in her mother's face and recalling the painful doctor-emergency-visit where she had to endure the pain where they just wouldn't knock her out.
"You need to show me better respect," her mother scolded, "Now go and greet your aunt and cousins."
"No," Sam said and walked past her mother up the stairs and into her room inwhich she slammed the door.
Just an introduction...kinda like a pilot. Tell me what you think.