I looked down at the cars on the road and the people way down on the sidewalk. They looked like they were having fun.... I mentally slapped myself. "No," I said aloud. "You like it up here," I told myself, trying to smother the little spark inside of me that I knew wanted to just jump right off the balcony. __________________________________________________________ According to Mother, the only time that I ever left this apartment was when I was born in a hospital a few blocks away. My entire world view is limited to whatever I can see from our 37th story penthouse, which, honestly, isn't much. Mother thought that she controlled every aspect of my life. She was wrong. ******************** Copyright © 2013 by Holly Ruth || Hollyruth All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental. Cover image (just the girl, nada mas) http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/originals/05/9a/89/059a891cdcaca00439f1dd714ae2fb0c.jpg Because it's not my picture and I don't want to get arrested or anything. If you see anyone copying this book, please let me know by a private message on wattpad or at my email, firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks!