Bella:

The next time I opened my eyes, I saw it was already morning. I pushed my legs off the bed, and just as I was about to stand, the door to my room swung open, and my mother walked in.

"How are you doing this morning?" she asked flatly. I sighed, wondering why she kept acting like she cared.

"I'm alive and kicking, contrary to what you thought," I said, looking her in the eye. Her face was all gloom, but I didn't care. She had made my life a living hell, and whatever ...