"Next time you won't be so lucky!!!" boomed a voice from the living room. Grace didnt need it.. she didnt want to be yelled at, so to keep herself from the torture she ran up to her room and shut the door. She threw her backpack on the floor and fell on her bed and stared up at her celing. "why me?" cried Grace... suddenly her body began to shake and tears fell from her eyes.. She picked up her photo album and looked thro all the happy faces she loved so dearly. When she came across a certain photo she nearly lost her whole composure. It was a picture of herself and her mother embracing each other in a loving hug. The photo became fuzzy..and with that she closed the photo album. Suddenly she noticed the clock. "O SHIT" she whispered. She grabbed her brush, untangled the knots in her hair and began to run back to the door. "i'm going to be late.. again" SHe neared the door, she was almost there when she heard.. "Leaving again?" demanded a voice. "i have to go to the shelter and then work." Grace said. "Don't expect us to have dinner waiting for you." "i never do." Grace retorted. And before the man could start an argument Grace had run out of the house and ran to the shelter. When she got there she finally felt a bit of safty. Grace worked at the elderly shelter, where she got food and medicine ready for them and where she talked to everyone, and all the people knew her by name. She enjoyed herself there. She didn't have to feel like she was in the way or not cared for. IT was where she could go to get away from all the sadness and horrible things going on in her life. "Sweet child, yah still miss er don't cha?" asked a sweet voice. Startled by this comment she turned around and found herself looking into the eyes of Mrs. Jones, a widowed women from Alabama. Graces's voiced cracked, "Yes... yes i do. And i always will." "Bless yer heart, but don't sit 'round and think 'bout her not bein' here w/ yuh, becuz yer gonna miss out on 'tunites and memories now, child i know it's hard I know yer pain, i've been where yuh are now. But yer mom will be sadened by yuh missin' out on yer life. She'd hate to be the reason yuh couldn't live yer life." "I know Mrs. Jones, and i appericate you helping, i have to go.. take care Mrs. Jones" I dont have the heart or the courage to tell her that my life is to much of a hell to make the most of my life thought Grace. Looking at the clock again Grace noticed it was well after 5... "O SHIT, i'm going to be late!!"