Just sharing my thoughts...

Toria's POV

"BEEP, BEEP" was the sound of my alarm clock. Nothing but another annoying and boring tone to give me another reason to shut off and just stay in bed longer than usual. Growing up was something I'd always dreamt off. The whole idea of having to do stuff by my own will and saying goodbye to babysitting was my concept of maturity. It never actually occurred to me that it carried along a negative side to it. RESPONSIBILITIES... financial stress, insecurities, comparisons, wanting more and many other self-distractive qualities. As many may take me as a pessimistic person because of my not so welcoming personality, I'd describe myself otherwise. I grew up with my adoptive parents, not quite the one to brag about how my paternal parents died. Theo Cruz, being my father and Mary Cruz, his wife. Note, she's not the usual evil stepmom, but she does have a very toxic side that would pull her into that category.

My beautiful "me time" had to be interrupted by my very annoying yet loving sister. " Toria?, I need your assistance with something. Mind lending me a hand?".