Lyssa usually has to push her dirty blond hair behind her ears every morning, while she stands on her toes to look in the mirror in the bathroom. It isn’t that she’s short for her age, but with two older brothers and a father who is an architect, the bathroom was built with them in mind, mainly their assumed eventual height, not her. Still her blue eyes can always see her face in the mirror. Some days, if she’s being slow for some reason, she sometimes checks out the smattering of freckles on her face. Unlike her two brothers who tan in the sun, she burns or more commonly freckles. She used to hate the freckles, but now welcomes them back each summer like old friends.