Number 8:

She dreaded going downstairs. There were only two possible scenes that her eye would meet later. One was that her father would be still knocked out on the sofa, which in a way was good yet bad. Good that her father would not be able to start bashing her again because she bashed him. And bad because she did not like seeing her father unconcious, he still was her father no matter what. The other scene would be that he had woken up earlier and had some of his associates and their posse around the house, drinking beer and smelling awful. By associates she meant drug dealers or drugged people and their posse would consist of the whores that they bring in along with them. The last time some obscenely dressed chick had flung her underwear at Danielle's face and Danielle had kicked her with absolutely no consideration of her gender and position.

So you couldn't say that she was eager to go down now. She prodded her foot carefully on the first step to hear if it would creak. The sound made her father, who was visible from the stairs stir from his slumber. As she passed the bare wall down the stairs, she could just remember her late mother's voice reverberating in her head, telling her to forget about all this and concentrate on studying and getting a good job so as to get out of this junk yard.

Her mother had passed when she was only thirty-five years old. At that time Danielle was only ten years old. Her mother had died of cancer, leukemia to be precise. At ten, Danielle had no idea what was the reality of having cancer. She thought that her mom would recover soon and resume her role as the most important person in Danielle's life. The more Danielle thought about it the more she concluded that there was a chance her mother would have lived. But they had had no money. At that time it was just enough for them but when her mother became sick, there was no insurance and no money. She had discovered that through checking through all the old files in the attic.

After her mother's death, her life turned into shambles. Her future began to look dark and dreary without her mom's cheerful and forever loving voice. Her father had once been 'the best daddy anyone could have', but he changed, along with everything else in the world. He slacked in work and got fired, then her could not find another job and became involved in drug trafficking. Everything else became horrible and Danielle was depressed for a few months. But then she started to unleash her trapped anger with fighting other kids along the streets. Then she remembered her life before everything changed, and then she started her lessons. Boxing, taekwondo, judo, you name it.

She sighed, she had hoped it will turn out different. Everything, especially from her previous life.
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