“You, my friend, are a genius.” I said.
“Well, being one of my friends has its perks.” She said. We reached our room and she closed the door. She shrugged and handed me my iPod. However, she took my phone and took out the battery, placing a cloth over the phone and throwing the battery away.
“What are you...?”
She stomped on my phone. “This can't go off. Vibrate can be heard or felt, and you know what's going to happen if it's not on silent.”
I wanted to kill her, but knew she was right. There wasn't anyone I could talk to, anyway. They all hated me, feared me, or ignored me. However, I still had my iPod. Which was better, because it had music. Picking up the cloth and pieces, she dumped them in the trash can, too.

Dinner came, and with it, the promise of people. Adara and I walked through the doors and she led me to the lunch-line. I was just standing there, looking at all the masses of inedible food when I felt a heavy plop on my tray. Adara was ordering me food.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“That's mac and cheese. It's good, I swear.” She said, commencing to pile it on her own tray.
“Don't believe her.” I heard a man's voice behind he, inches from my ear. I spun around and was nose to nose with Shane. “She is the only one in this Hell Hole who enjoys the food.” He smiled at me and Adara childishly stuck out her tongue.
“Shut up, Shane. At least I don't enjoy the therapy.”
“Uhm, Adara, neither do I.” He said, attention diverted from me. Blast her.
“Whatever. Come on, Sophie. I need me a hot dog.” She spun around and I followed her like a little lost sheep. How pathetic. Instead of one hot dog, Adara got two, plopping one on my plate. It was gray with flecks of brown, the color it was supposed to be. Revolting. I followed her to a table occupied by her friend, the one that had kicked her awake my first day of group.
“Chris, this is Sophie, my new friend. Play nice.” She say down opposite him and I sat next to her. I poked at the mass of 'mac and cheese'. It, like the hot dog, was grayish, with a possible tint of yellow, maybe a bit of brown. I scooped up a bit of it, and stuck my tongue out to taste it, touching the tip of my tongue to a bit of it. It tasted like week old oatmeal mixed with moldy cheese. Lovely. I poured it onto Adara's plate just as Shane walked over. He pulled out the seat and flipped it backwards. It sounds totally lame, but it really wasn't. He leaned in towards the table and put a bottle of milk on the table.
“Hello ladies.” He said, popping the lid off and taking a sip.
“Yo.” Adara said, taking a huge chunk of food and stuffing it in her mouth.
“Dara...” I began, “I don't know if anyone ever told you this, but, you're white.”
“Mutha fucka say what?” She said in a ghetto accent, and shoveled another bite of food into her mouth.
“How can you eat that stuff?” Shane asked, looking at her in disgust.
“It's good!” She exclaimed, scooping another glob of it onto her spoon. “Try some!” And with that, she shoved the spoon at him, expecting him to open his mouth. He didn't. It smeared all over his mouth and possibly went up his nose. His eyes squeezed shut, and he blew some of it off his mouth. It landed on my hand. “Dara, I'm going to kick your ass.”