A GIFT

Ginger: Being engaged feels weird. My fiancé is locked up, I might die tomorrow when my psycho father finds us. My mother is keeping secrets from us, and Daisy is just happy to be here. It’s almost like I’m the only one with the problem. I’m tired of questioning the goddess about the kind of family she chose for me, and I have decided to live in the moment. Today is a Saturday, and thank the goddess I made it through school the entire week—well, by not going obviously. I know my mum will figure it out soon, but before then I am going to act like everything is fine, like she is doing. The doorbell goes off, and I remain on my bed, staring at the ceiling until I hear my name. “Ginger! The mailman’s here, I am kind of busy!” she yells from the kitchen, and I groan, wasting a second, but then I hear the bell again, causing me to jump up from the bed. I race downstairs to the front door, opening it to see a man in uniform holding a package. “Sign here,” he says, and I open my mouth to speak