She needs a target and at the moment she doesn't have any. Her father is off limits and the worst she can get away with when it comes to her mother is some back talk. Some days she hates them both, fuck both of them for being miserable and irresponsible for making her. Some mornings it is just really hard to be a teenager. Really, really hard. Whatever, just a few more years and she can find herself some college to go to and waste more of her life on finding a major and finally getting a degree.

Ugh. That sounds even more horrible then what she currently has. Getting out of Ohio is just prime objective number one, somewhere far away. Some people are morning people, Salome is not one of them. She is just tired, if she could only sleep in once and awhile. All the dramatics in her head! She has actually stopped listening to her mother and let her head fall down on the window, eyes closed thinking that she could get in at least a few more minutes of sleep before having to pay attention.

Sometimes she tries. Susan, and Salome never knows what to make of that when she does try because her heart gets all tentative and hopeful about everything, and then she gets forgotten at some lesson or some practice and she is sort of crushed all over again.

"You didn't need to get me anything," her voice is quiet and she smiles a little over at her mother. "Thank you, that's really nice of you. The day doesn't matter to me." Because she could have gotten her nothing at all, she isn't too spoiled to realize that.

"Dad got me a surf board, we'll have to go somewhere to try it out, huh? Like when we went to California that one time."