Dancing With Fate[lgbt]

A tall woman with long, dark hair and bluish-silver eyes walked quickly, but with purpose, down the street, eyes focused on the ground or looking ahead, but she never made eye contact with one person. She was completely focused on one thing: getting where she was needed to be-okay, maybe two things-and not being noticed.

 Her name was Rozelyn Athenes. She was currently on the way to her first job, which was teaching a class at the town's high school. After they let out around 3:10, she would head to McDonald's, work until about 7:00, go home for about an hour to get a nap in, before heading to Wendy's to work from 8:00 until about 1:00 a.m.

 Even without her crazily busy schedule, she took care of her two younger siblings and her son. Their parents had been killed in a car wreck about three years earlier, when Rozelyn was Twenty-one, her sister, Mizia, was sixteen, their brother, Jack, was five, and Rozelyn's son, Ben, was three.

 Rozelyn had finished college and became the legal guardian for her sister and brother. Mizia was a sophomore at the high school Rozelyn worked at, and their cousin, Kadie, watched Ben and homeschooled Jack during the days, plus she often stayed with all four of them, helping out wherever she could.

 But Rozelyn was overworked and beginning to lose her mind, piece by piece, slowly, but surely. Her sister was worried, and had offered to take over one of Rozelyn's jobs, but she was determined to support Mizia, Jack, and Ben as best as she could, even if she worked herself to death in the process.

 But one day when she was walking from the school to her second job she was picked up by police and taken in to their station for some kind of questioning, though she had no idea what for. And little did she know this line of questioning was going to change her and her family's lives.