Kaitlyn’s mother sat at the kitchen table, perched like a lion ready to pounce on its prey from the long grass as her daughter walked relentlessly around the kitchen, packing the last of her things into a soft, black leather bag. She tugged at her light brown hair with both hands, almost ripping it from the scalp before sealing it in a ponytail at the back and holding it in place with an emerald green hairband. She removed her cell phone from the pocket of her light brown jacket and frantically began beating some digits into it, paying no attention to her distressed mother.
“You’re not even listening to me are you? You don’t even care.”
Kaitlyn continued to slam her thumb into the screen of her phone before she stared intently at the screen, her brow furrowed with a mixture of eagerness
