Sam hissed as the woman pulled back the dark curtains of her gothic bedroom. She was not meant for this kind of torture.
"It's time for a new day Sammy-Kins!" her mother chirped in the same fake voice people used when they wanted you to buy their product. Sam's only response was to slap a pillow over her head and moan. "Come on, Samantha," her mother said as she pulled at the blankets. Sam whipped the pillow off with surprise at the sudden lack of warmth.
"Don't you have some perfumes to shower in?!" The daughter said in a sleep-deprived huff. The mother almost looked hurt at her daughter's outburst as her blazing eyes momentarily dulled before coming back, bright as ever.
"I got you some clothes…" replied her Mother holding several outfits up. Sam's eyes widened at brilliant dark shades of the choices that she would've even made herself.
A/N: I don't say it directly or anything, but this was meant to show that maybe… just maybe… Sam's parents could live to cope with the ideas that their daughter had, and not force her to become something she's not. All in 150 words too!