Later that night, she sat at home. Her father and little brother were standing in the kitchen, eating pizza. Her mother was working a late shift at the hospital. Juliana sat at the table and nibbled on a piece of toast. She didn't like pizza, because it was too greasy. She never really ate dinner with her family, either because she didn't like the food or she just wasn't hungry. She closely observed the toast, and then dropped it on the paper plate.

"Dad," she said quietly. He was still looking at the TV, intent on solving the Wheel of Fortune puzzle.

"Ask for a P, god damnit!" he shouted at the screen.

"Dad," said Juliana, a little louder this time. "Dad I want to talk to you!"

"Oh okay, Jules," he replied, not breaking his eye contact with the television.

She sighed. "Dad, I want you to take me out of my school."

That got his attention. "What? Come on, Jules. We've talked about this before. This school is great for you. It will get you into a good college. You'll have a well-paying job, and you won't have to work over time like your mother does."

"I don't fucking care!" she yelled. "I can get into college by myself! I can get a job! I have my own life! I don't need this shitty school to help me! I hate it there, and I'm not going back!"

"You are to going back! You are going back there tomorrow, and every day after until you graduate."

"NO!" Juliana screamed. She picked up her toast and threw it at her father. She pushed herself from her chair, and ran to her room.