Jamie stared blankly out the window, her gaze tired and plain. Her side-swept bangs covered her left eye and she hugged her knees close to her chest. The girl sat quietly on the bed as she listened to the conversation downstairs. Drunk adults could be heard from the first floor; specifically her dad and his stupid poker friends. She was sent to her room as soon as they came over, and she had a good beating to look forward to as soon as they left.
Jamie and her dad have been living in a small, stuffy apartment for two years; after her mother had died from cancer. Neither Jamie or her father had really recovered from the loss. Her dad would