Sammy's POV
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror once more before I checked the time on my phone. It says 7:30 am. I once again took a glance at my reflection in the mirror. I'm wearing a denim shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of my favorite rubber shoes. Contented with what I am wearing, I decided to go downstairs.
I headed towards our dining table where my mom, dad, and my brother are having breakfast.
"Good morning Mom! Dad! Dane!" I said as I kiss each one of them.
"Good morning baby! Come join us." my Dad said.
"You're early, honey. You don’t have classes today, right?” my mom commented as I take a seat.
"I don’t, but I have an important meeting about what I told you last night. The documentary.” I answered as I start munching my breakfast.
"Samantha, can you not go to the squatter area you are talking about? I’m afraid of what possible diseases you will acquire over there. And that place is quite dangerous.” my mom, being the protective one said.
