Exercise One
Jessica flinched at the sound of a knock at the door. She buried her head underneath the pillow, tangling her already messy brown hair into a rat’s nest in the process. She pulled the covers tightly over herself, clenched her brown eyes tightly shut, curled her body into the fetal position and silently prayed that whoever it was (and she knew who it was, she knew who it must be, she knew who she was afraid it was and that was enough) would go away. The knocking continued. Jessica gritted her...