"You can be lucky that you are even allowed to be here, Miss," he only said and looked at me. His face blank - mine full of rage. "What a jerk," I tho...ught to myself. "I'm special agent Dale Robbins," he introduced himself. "Now you tell me what happened there at this warehouse." I looked at him in silence."Excuse me, Agent Robbins, but you can't be serious, this girl just lost her sister after she and her got raped..." Joyce said. I looked at her. I was almost about to change my mind. She was. My best friend ran away interror and even my own dad didn't want anything to do with me. I wanted toscream. I wanted to lash out and hurt something.After a moment, I turned around and grabbed my long hair which had beencaught in the door. I glared at it with hatred, as if my hair were somehowto blame for my problems. If nothing else, it provided a convenient targetfor all my bottled emotions."What are you doing?" mom yelled at me as I rushed into the kitchen,"Mark...?"I didn't say a word as I. When the bell rang to signal the beginning of lunch, I walked out from my algebra class and, instead of walking to my locker to deposit my books, I went straight to the canteen so I could be early in line to get some food. When I arrived at the canteen in the school hall I was shocked because the queue was about twenty meters long! It snaked around the hall for a while and then went outside the hall. I couldn't believe it.As I walked to the back of the line I heard someone call out my name. I. “You’re right,” I said. “Let me amend that statement to ‘this’ home. So we’re left with you working your schedule around mine. Are you good with that?”“On the surface, I’m fine with that,” Liz said. “In practical application, it doesn’t work.”“So where are we?” I asked.“Nowhere,” Liz said.“So we pissed each other off for no reason?” I wondered.“So it seems,” Liz replied. She had returned her arms to their defensive positions.“Let’s find a compromise,” I suggested.“We can see if the first guy.