“You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” My dad yelled at me just as I was straightening the last bit of hair. Glancing at the time I realized he was right. Shit! I set the hair straightener down and ran back to my bedroom to throw on my favourite pair of jeans and the new top I got over the weekend. I slipped on my socks, grabbed my purse and headed to the front door to put on my ankle boots, scarf and coat. Livi...