[color=7ea7d8][center][h2]|Josephine "Joseph" Smith|[/h2][/center][/color]

[b]10:26 am
December 26, 2015[/b]
The house was as loud as usual. Uncle Moth could be heard loudly talking to Aunt Mary about a new grill he wanted and her boisterous laughter echoed around the halls. Seven year old Anna-Michael’s TV was turned to the max, a knock-off-Disney movie playing. Then, there was the banging. Joseph and Joseph Sr. entered the house to see Big Mama slamming her fist on the coffee machine, swearing up the storm.

“Mama…” Joseph’s father nearly face palmed.

“Yeah, hit it Big Mama, that’ll make it work.” Joseph rolled her eyes and opened the fridge, grabbing a cold off-brand Coke. She opened and started chugging, anything to wake herself up. Big Mama shot Joseph an annoyed look before she stopped banging on the poor machine.

“Josephine, go get me a coffee from that Starbucks place.” Her grandmother ordered. Joseph didn’t say a word, instead continuing to chug her soda.

Joseph Sr. leaned on the counter, his brow furrowed. “Hey, now, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mama. Why don’t Moth get it?”

“Nuh-huh.” Uncle Moth crowed, walking past the kitchen to go outside.

“Stop your worrying Joseph. The city is perfectly safe, let the poor girl out once in awhile. Now, go, go.”

“Let me take a shower first, Big Mama.”

Joseph’s father called after the brunette, but she continued to the bathroom. She locked it behind her and took off her clothes, folding them and placing them onto the sink to wear later. She undid her bun and stepped into the shower. She turned the water on, keeping it at the coldest temperature she could, quickly washing before she got out again. She slipped on her clothes, not bothering to dry herself off, and placed her wet hair in a messy bun.

“Okay, I’m goin’.” She shouted as she went out the door, shrugging into her heavy camouflaged jacket. She climbed into her father’s truck and started driving towards the closest town, Philadelphia.

So far, she didn’t like Pennsylvania that much – too cold. She preferred the warmth of Alabama and the heavy feeling of the air. She only had another week here with her grandma before her and her dad would be leaving; her uncle and aunt close behind. Even then, though, she’d be stuck with her dad whose increasing worry about her health was starting to aggravate her.

Joseph’s eyes were a little heavy, but not as heavy as they were earlier, the cold shower and coke having woken her a little bit. She planned on getting a big size caramel frappe for herself and whatever was cheapest for Big Mama. Of course, later on Big Mama would throw a fit, but Joseph couldn’t care less. 

After a couple of minutes, Joseph pulled into the Starbucks and climbed out of the dirty truck. She rubbed absently at the bags under her eyes, but didn’t care how people would perceive her since she probably wouldn’t visit the city for awhile. She pushed open the door, and approached the cash register, waiting behind some woman.