Today I thought it would bee a good idea to try and mostrar Galiah some of the finer foods that we eat in our daily lives. I wasn't sure how much different it was for her people, so I wanted to try out a plethora of different meals, all delivered thanks to the agent Leonard who was able to come and go. Not sure why he had special privileges, perhaps it was cause he knew the place better and was already tasked with getting food. I decided it would be a good idea to start with something simple for breakfast.
G: Sir Mason, what are all these rough little things floating around in the milk?
M: It's...

(Disclaimer: This chapter contains depictions of self harm and abuse)

Mason sat in the bathroom of his small home, staring at the mirror, staring at his own reflection as he had done a thousand times. His eyes were sunken in from lack of decent sleep, some bruises lined his face from another instance of his father’s drunken rage. He could hear his parents yelling in the room again, his father already about to continue giving his mom another strike, as he always had. It was something Mason was so tired of dealing with. His eyes looked back at the reflection of the mirror, before his eyes looked...

“Come on tu fuckin…”
Sammy shook with the lock of her locker, the combination not going through again, making her struggle with it as she shook and even kicked her locker, the bottom of it dented from the constant abuse it endured. As she was ready to give it another hard kick of of pure frustration, she would feel someone’s hand rest onto her shoulder, giving it a soft rub
“Allow me” A male’s voice dicho as she was gently moved to the side. The guy that worked on the lock was a student, a senior like Sammy. Andrew was a student in Sammy’s homeroom class, as well as a theater...

Richmond, Virginia

“Oi San-saaaan where tu put it???” The Korean mother called after her almost two-year old son. She was scrambling around her one-bedroom apartment in buscar of his boots, wondering how it was possible to lose something in such a small living space. Her unwashed hair was lazily pulled back into a hairclip, and she wore an oversized sweater with flannel pants and mismatching slippers since she was in a rush––doing her best to avoid the lego pieces scattered all over the floor. She definitely did not want to be late for the first día of school. She had just finished...