She nods, egging me on. "When I was a little girl," I pause, "When I was a little girl, I lived with my mom and dad, but my dad was abusive. I'd watch him beat my mother and whenever I tried to tell someone, he threatened to kill me and her. He beat her more than he ever beat me, but when I was hit... I was hit." I think of what to say next. "And one day, I finally told my neighbors and he was arrested. I never in a million years expected to see him again, but one night, he came banging on the door, waking me and my mother up. He sort of forced his own way into the house, and they were talking. My mom kept telling him to leave and then he saw me and all of a sudden he goes to hit me and he also hit her, he said he'd be back... Should've known he would. Anyways, my mom wanted me to go to my grandmother's house for a weekend to clear my head, when I went to go grab my bags, there was a note-from my dad- my mom thought nothing of it and told me I shouldn't worry either. I uhm... I came back after the weekend and the house door was open," my voice frantic, "I went inside and my mom was d-d-dead!" I'm crying now. "My grandmother came inside and he came out and k-killed her and he tried to hurt me! I... I..." I can't stop stuttering my head is throbbing, I try again. "I shot at his leg, next thing I know there's police and fire trucks and now I'm here!" My head, God, my head. I'm trembling, my tears are a salty, steady stream, overflowing my eyes.

I feel arms wrapping around me, it takes a minute before I realize that it's Sunny. She pulls me in and tells me it'll be okay, and how sorry she is. Suddenly, I feel silly. A sixteen year old girl crying in the lap of a fourteen year old, I feel the embarrassment rush through my blood, blushing my cheeks.

Soon after my tears disappeared and my breathing is regulated, I hear a familiar voice, "Wash up and come downstairs for dinner kids." Says Miss Hills over an intercom.

"Follow me," says Sunny, "You can sit next to me."