Today was a normal day for me, just another Monday. I groaned as I walked out of my bedroom, tripping over a black pair of shoes before getting anywhere. I slowly got back up and mumbled as I continued down the stairs. I shuffled my way towards the kitchen for some breakfast. As I walked in, my mom was walking out. I looked at her in all her beauty. She had bright blue eyes that held a hint of silver in them that went amazing with her beautiful black pin-point straight hair that reached mid-back. She was 5'6 with a figure of a model. She was pretty much flawless with the exception of a scar on her neck with one to match on her left forearm. I had been there when it all happened. The memory of that night seemed to be the reoccurring subject of my nightmares and by now I was used to waking up in a cold sweat.

I was soon brought back to reality, when I realized my mom was smiling at me. I gave her a weak smile and wrapped my arms around her and felt her sigh as she patted my back. I gave her a quick squeeze and released her. I then waited for her to speak.

"I have to work late tonight," no surprise there, "so you can either call for pizza or there might be some leftovers in the fridge. If you need me call me at the office. I love you Mimi." She said, while hugging me and then walking away. Mimi was what my mom called me ever since I was little, even though my real name was Mallory. I never understood how she got Mimi out of it, but I was whatever with it. I watched her walk away and soon heard the front door close and lock. I shrugged to myself. I then continued to rummage around in the kitchen for a bowl, cereal, and milk. I then looked around to see the time.

'It's only seven-thirty.' I told myself.

I then grabbed a spoon and made my way to the T.V. I plopped myself on the velvet green recliner and turn the television on to Fuse. I ate my cereal and watched the music videos go by. I soon started to wonder off in thought, only for the phone to ring. I checked the clock that read seven-fifty and sighed mentally. I sat myself up and placed my bowl on the table. I then walked slowly up to the phone and picked it up, just as it went to the answering machine.

"Hello?" I asked, hoping that no one was actually there.

"Hey honey, it's mom. I wanted to let you know that there is a surprise out front for you and I hope you have a good day. I will see you once you get home from work." She said in a cheery tone.

"Okay mom. Thank you in advance. You have a good day at work. I love you, bye." I said as I hung up.

My curiosity soon got the best of me and I ended up walking out the front door of the house. I walked along the stone pathway leading from the front door to the driveway. I was in awe of what I saw in front of me. It was a black Honda civic with a matching black bow on the hood of the car. On the top of the car was an envelope with my name written across it in my mom's handwriting. I opened it carefully. It was written in neat cursive handwriting.

'Dear Mallory,

I know that I am not always there when I should and I am sorry. I know how you hate having to be driven every where or walking and since this is your seventeenth birthday I knew that you might wanted a car. I hope you enjoy and I shall see you when you get home from work. I love you honey and I am proud of you!

Love,

Mom

I sighed and smiled to myself. At least I no longer had to suffer the thought of riding the bus or walking anymore.

'Maybe today isn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be.' I thought.

I looked down into the envelope and saw that there was a key. I turn I walked back into my house so I could get dressed in some proper clothes for school. When I got up the stairs I managed to not trip over things in the hallway as I made my way into my room. My room was a very unique room and one of the best ones in the house. It was a gothic style room, not what most people think gothic is at first glance, but the medieval goth. I had blood red walls and golden curtains. In the back corner was my wooden desk that I spent most of my time reading or doing homework at. My bed had a black comforter and held a canopy above it. The canopy had a maroon, see through fabric that matched my sheets.

I sat on the edge of my bed looking at my armoire. I got up and opened it, looking inside at my wardrobe. I grabbed out a pair of black jeans with a black lace corset shirt. I slide off my pajama's revealing my matching black laced bra and bottoms. I slid on my jeans and shirt. I had finished lacing my shirt and then slid on my black patched converses. I walked out into the hallway and silently went into the bathroom. I grabbed my dark purple eye shadow off the counter and put it on, adding eyeliner to finish my look. I examined myself in the mirror, trying to spot any imperfections.

I had dark brown, semi wavy, hair that reached right at my shoulder blades and forest green colored eyes. I stood about 5'8 and was pretty white compared to most girls here. I didn't put tanning on my list of things to do on a daily basis.

I walked down the stairs and grabbed my black and green messenger bag and then headed out our front door, making sure to lock it behind me. Remembering my car, I headed towards it and using the key I unlocked it. I slid myself into the front seat and closed the door behind me. I could tell that the car was previously owned, but it was mine. So I was happy. I sat my bag behind the passenger seat and put the key into the ignition. I pushed it forward and heard the engine come to life. I put my seat belt on and slowly backed out of the driveway, making sure not to hit anything on the way.

I drove slowly, noticing that I had plenty of time left until school started. ed the envelope upwards, letting the key slide down into the palm of my hand. I stared at the key and closed my hand around it. I closed my eyes and let the rising sun fill me with its warmth.