"Hey, girl, make yourself useful and get me a Rocks," Ms. Hackles barks, her eyes not leaving the tiny television on the wall. I stand up off the floor and walk to the tiny kitchen. I take the key out of the drawer under the righthand cabinet. I punch in the six single numbers in the keypad and pull out the floppy. "One Rocks on ice," I say clearly and loudly into the floppy. "Two," shouts Ms. Hackles from the living room. I roll my eyes and change the order to two.
Fog appears from the floppy and an ice-cold bottle slides out. I grab them and shut the drawer, closing the floppy. I hand the two Rocks to Ms. Hackles and stand there. She pops open a lid and chugs down one. Then the next. She gives me a look, "What you lookin' at, girl?" I look away and walk towards the hallway, to my temporary room. "Nothing," I reply. As I close the door I hear Ms. Hackles mumble about bills and something about a refund.
"Why are you even making me go to a school? You and I both know I'm not gonna be hear long, " I say, closing up my overstuffed backpack. Ms. Hackles picks something out of her nails and looks at me, "Believe me, little girl, I really don't give a crap how this goes. I just want my monthly check. And the rules say you got to go to a school." I roll my eyes and shrug on my backpack. "Whatever," i sigh, and slam the door shut without looking back.