Chapter 12

Danielle's POV

I hurled up to my room and stood my bag upright. I stood in front of the mirror. The lady in the mirror looked back at me. Extravagance in getting eyes and happiness in her heart. One day, I would be happy again.

"I should change my dress, I said to myself. I have no idea where I am headed, nor do I know if it would be a better place. I took my bag and went downstairs.

I found Gramps on the old grandma's rock chair. It's just stories I heard from him, I don't know if they are true. What choice do I have?

He was smoking on his stick again. "Pa, I told you to quit smoking. Do you want to die earlier than you should?"

He dropped the smoke and smiled at me. His smile was getting rather too much. "I should have died a very long time ago. I see you are all set. I called her and she accepted. I told you she would."

I sat on the arm of the sofa. "Are you going to allow me to go? You are not one to allow me to do things the way I want them to. Whenever I told you I wanted