"Morning Tula," Gracie said the next morning.
"Morning Miss Sheffield." Tula said in her thick accent. "Made you a fruit tray." Gracie gave her a polite smile. "Drink orange juice, good vitamins."
"Thanks," Gracie said. The two smiled at each other.
"Have a happy and healthy day full of blessings," Tula spoke to Gracie the same way she spoke to her daughter. Grace smiled to her and left. "Thank you, Tula."
Gracie walked in with her shoulders held high. She sat at study hall, she noticed a few girls at the party whispering to each other and then looking at Grace smiring. The party was busted shortly after Gracie left, they think it was her who snitched.
"Can I go to the library?" Grace finally asked the teacher, she filled out a note.
At the library Grace found a book and started to read. She was deep into the novel 'Blood and Chocolate' when she heard her name. Grace looked over and saw Natalia Green, with her short hair and green highlights, whom often dressed in goth outside of school. Next to her was Rohri Chen, an Asian girl from Chinatown, here on scholarship. Then was Violet Bulara, a blue eyed blonde who was wither with a book or notebook.
"Your Gracie Sheiffeld, right?" Natalia asked.
"Yes," Gracie answered sitting down with him.
"Do you want to come sit with us?" Ronni asked.
"Sure," Gracie answered coming to the table.
"You can sit with us at lunch if you want," Violet said, smiling at her.
~X~
Maxwell was sitting in his office. He and CC agreed they would finally settle on the script for their season one finale. It was his day to tellwork, while CC was at the office. As he sat tapping his pencil, trying hard to think of something the phone range.
"Hello, Sheiffelds," Maxwell answered.
"I've been trying to contact you," Nigal said relieved.
"Nigal?" Maxwell said shocked. "Do you need anything?"
"A few days ago a group of teenagers were caught beating up a homeless man," Nigal started. "The police couldn't identify him to the hospital and released a photo hoping someone will recognize him."
"Why are you telling me this?" Maxwell asked.
"It was Brighton," Nigal said flatly, as Maxwell suddenly rose from his seat.. "I went to claim him and they are going to let me take him home to my flat. He was kicked out of his apartment and was living on the streets for two months. He is very badly injured and malnourished He dislocated shoulder, some fractured ribs, sprains, broken jaw, badly bruised.
"But he's safe?" Maxwell asked standing up.
"Yes," Nigal said. "He asked for you."
"Alright, thank you for letting me know." Maxwell said. "Tell him I will get there as soon as I can."
"You probably have a lot of questions." Nigal went on.
"Tell him I don't have any questions but I'm glad he's safe. I'm on my way to get him and bring him home." Maxwell assured.