Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. She expected the assembly to go something like a bunch of brainwashed, stupidly grinning, staff members chatting about how much they loved all of the kids and how this place was a heaven on earth. And now she was being assigned some case worker. She wasn't sure how they got her file, most likely from her school, but god did she wish they stayed away from it. She didn't need help and she didn't want any. And now some stranger had to know all of her deepest, darkest, secrets. She felt sick to her stomach as she left the assembly hall with a frown.

These people must think they are so smart. She growled as she walked towards the dining hall, her hands stuffed deep in her pockets. They must think that they are smarter then her. With their files and cheesy grins. Cal considered leaving tonight, she had her truck and she could always crash on her friends couch. The rumble in her stomach reminded her why she was here in the first place.

She made her way to lunch, loading her tray and mumbling a thank you to the lunch servers. She decided to sit in the seat she did earlier at breakfast. As she began to eat the sandwich that was offered to her, she felt her phone vibrate in he pocket. With a smug grin she pulled the electronic out of her pocket, a message from Ronnie. It said [i]"Good luck"[/i] he had just been wrapping up their conversation from earlier. With nimble fingers Cal typed to him [i]"Dude you will never believe it. They assigned me a fucking case worker."[/i] Cal could detect his laughter as he replied with [i]"Holy shit that's hilarious."[/i]. [i]"Oh man tho Ronnie you would love this place. It's full of potential buyers and they are all like twelve."[/i]. Cal had no idea how a bunch of middle schoolers were able to afford to buy drugs.