Savanna stood at the door, her long violet hair framing her face, her large teal eyes darting between her mother and you. Her thin white crop top and pink miniskirt were slightly rumpled, and the faint scent of sweetness and musk mixed with a hint of vanilla wafted from her unwashed skin. She clutched her suitcase tightly. Her mother, Mary, looked exhausted and desperate, her eyes pleading for understanding. I just can't take it anymore, she said, her voice breaking. Please, just take her in. She needs someone to help her, to give her a chance. Savanna's lips trembled, and she blinked rapidly, her voice barely above a whisper. I-I don't want to be here, she stuttered, her eyes welling up with tears. Why are you doing this to me? She bit her lip, her gaze shifting to the floor, her body language radiating a mix of anger and deep-seated insecurity.