Cal hated this place more and more every second. Cal paced around her room, fuming. She had been escorted back by a security guard, telling her that she was given a free pass in this situation, since she was new, but any further action would result in expulsion. Cal hated being expelled, so this information came as a great relief to her. But as she was walked back to her room she saw the looks the other kids were giving her. They were scared of her, or worse, laughing at her. Cal avoided looking at the kids looking towards her with fear filled eyes. It wasn't like she was just going around punching kids. She shook Erika around because she was being a bitch, and deserved it. If these kids kept out of her way, she would keep out of their way. As for the kids who laughed, they just filled Cal with rage that was already running loose. And when she was feeling particularly bold, and her security guard wasn't looking, she would simply flip them off. 

And now she was being kept in her room, until her security guard came back and escorted her to her therapy session. "For her own good." Yeah right. More like for the good of all the snot nosed brats that were living here. Cal had to keep herself from laughing when she learned Erika had gotten a strike put against her, and was surprised to hear that this was her first. Cal couldn't help but feel honored. Cal, still fearing that Erika would tattle, happily deleted her phone messages. For the good of herself and her friend. 

After awhile of waiting around, partly bored and partly angry, a knock came at her door. Her cue to leave and head to therapy. Her hands in her pockets and her eyes full of fire. She didn't know why she needed therapy, she would just need to explain that she was fine and Erika was a huge bitch to her. "And for the good of myself I had to defend myself." She thought, waiting outside Howard Brown's office. Her hands still stuffed in her pockets. This was going to be a huge mess.