“ARE YOU IN THE FETAL position again?” I raised my eyes and saw my dad upside down, looking at me in concern. I could tell he was concerned because his eyebrows were beginning to quiver. “Have the papers come yet?” Dad crossed his arms. “You’re supposed to be in the shower and getting ready for school. You’re going to be late. It’s not that bad. Come on, up off the floor.” “No.” “Up, Anna.” I didn’t respond but just closed my eyes and attempted to drown out him and the rest of the world. Next thing I knew, his hands were gripping underneath my arms and he was lifting me to my feet. I wasn’t going to make this easy for him. “Anna!” he grumbled as I flopped over like a rag doll so he was holding up all my weight. “You’re supposed to be almost thirteen. Not a child. Come on; stop playing!” After a few minutes of struggling to get me to stand, he cried, “That’s it!” He dragged me out of my bedroom, my upper body still hanging limply over his forearm.
