I sprung up and ran to the door. Looks like everyone must be headed to a group meeting, as some were carrying notebooks. I quickly glanced through my packet Miss Hanson left me for the schedule. I was right, group. I had better get going.

I made my way into a common area used for groups. I took a seat next to a girl about 10ish. She seemed to be younger than I so I figured she must be safe. But then again, what do I know about being safe? I was attacked by someone in my own home.

A man with shoulder length hair began to speak about how everyone here has to respect others property….He went on for some time. I only heard it as a muffled noise. I figured I was a new comer so his speech was not directed towards me. One girl stood up and left the room abruptly. She was no doubt upset. Whispers flooded the room as the man, Mr. Taylor, switched the subject. “Now then, if we can all focus on the subject for today,we can move on.” He shifted himself to a table next to his desk. He grabbed a book and began to thumb through it. He continued on as some gave their input. He seemed to be a kind person, alittle humorous too.

After group, a bunch fled to the cafeteria. I sat at a table all to myself. I tried to keep to myself and not look at anyone. The girl I sat next to in group walked up and sat down at my table. “Hi, mind if I sit with you?” she said. ” I’m Jennah, I saw you in group. You’re new here,huh?” I nodded. She went on talking about her family and how her sister died after taking some drugs at a party. The crusher was that it all happened at her house, while her parents were there. Something to the fact that her parents were dealing drugs themselves and how they knew she was doing the drugs at the time, too. I felt bad for her. She was still young and I suppose didn’t really understand the brunt of the ramifications. Who was I to talk? I was here because I too, did not understand that my mom up and left us alone and had something aweful happen to me and my family. It is tragic, I can see it all to clear now.