'Where's my mom?' Jennie asked Mike.
Mike opened his eyes groggily and rolled over to see who had disturbed him. He looked in the general direction he'd heard the voice from and tried hard to focus. It was no good. He blinked once and tried again; still no good. With an effort he sat up in bed and put his hands to his face. He vigorously rubbed his hands over his eyes and then blinked a couple of more times. He looked to the side of the bed once more and then saw Jennie.
Zoë was an eighteen year old rebellious teenager. Like most other rebellious teenagers Zoë had done drugs, skipped school, broken curfew and came home a few times drunk. Zoë's parents had divorced when she was twelve, and since then she had not seen her dad. Zoë's mom had remarried three years later to Zack. Zack was thirty years old with black hair, blue eyes and a killer, rock hard body. At first when Zoë met him, she didn't like him. She wanted her mom and dad back together. After her seventeenth birthday and her dad didn't contact her once again, she lessened her dislike for Zack.