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At the Ryans' home…

"Morning, girls. What would you like for breakfast?" Mrs. Ryans said, opening the fridge. Amanda piped, "Apple juice please, and some for Angie?" She looked at Angie with a questioning look.

Angie just nodded, feeling really sleepy.

Amanda's mother took out two glasses from the cupboard and a carton of apple juice from the fridge. She poured the juice into each glass and served them to the girls.

"Thank you," Angie whispered, and took a sip. The cool juice ran down her throat and made her feel a little fresher.

She had stayed up till midnight, listening to Amanda gabble on and on about her "wow, amazing, fabulous, wonderful, unforgettable" date with Taylor. It seems his hand brushed against hers several times during the movie and they had shared a popcorn bucket together. Taylor kept smelling her hair and teasing her how she smelt like perfume.

He didn't know how true that was, Angie thought, yawning. Amanda had practically dumped a bottle of expensive perfume all over her, even on her socks. It was crazy.

Angie snapped out of her trance when Mrs. Ryans brought two plates for them. Amanda had eggs, bacon and toast. Angie was given eggs, bacon, toast and sausages.

"Okay, girls. Enjoy, I'll be off to work. Amanda, the neighbour's son will be sending you to school," she rushed towards Amanda and kissed her on the forehead. "Bye, girls! Have a good day at school, and it was a pleasure to meet you, Angie. Amanda, sweetie, don't forget to lock the door when you get home. Daddy's picking you up today."

"Okay, Mom."

"You too, Mrs. Ryans."

Amanda's mother dashed out the front door.

The two girls sat at the table in silence. All that could be heard were the clinking of forks, spoons and knives against the plates.

"Um, not meaning to be rude, but why do I get sausages?" Angie asked, her angelic little face curious. Amanda answered, "Because I don't like sausages, and Mom always buy too much of them. No one ever eats them, so you can have them." Angie slowly nodded, "Okay, but why does she buy them then?" Amanda cut her bacon and stuffed it into her mouth, "Because Mom's strange that way. She herself doesn't eat them."

This gave Angie an idea.

"How much more is there left?" Angie said, politely cutting up her sausages into small, tiny pieces. "About a whole stack or so, go look for yourself," Amanda replied, and drank her apple juice. Angie carried her cup and drank it while walking towards the fridge. She opened it and saw a whole shelf stacked with frozen sausages. "Wow."

"Yeah, nuts, isn't it?" Amanda said, finishing her drink.
Angie thought.

"Amanda…" she hesitated, "Would…"

"Hm?" Amanda asked.

"Would it be okay if I took these stuff home?"

"You mean, the sausages?"

"Yeah. Seeing as no one eats them, I'll just take them, ya know. I could pay your mom back and stuff, and- " Angie was cut off by Amanda.

"Go ahead, mom wouldn't care," Amanda sighed, "I'll call Dad to bring it in a bag when he comes to pick me up."

"Oh, where is he now?"

"With the other woman."

"Oh."

Amanda looked at the clock in the living room, "We should get going. School is starting in 20 minutes, takes 5 minutes to drive there and Taylor said he wanted to meet me before school starts," Amanda dreamily said, got up and ran up to get her bags. Angie silently praised herself for putting her books in her locker. She wouldn't have to carry anything. She could faintly hear Amanda telling her dad to bring the sausages in a bag to school. She then heard the doorbell ring.

"That must be our driver. Open the door, Angie!" Amanda called from upstairs. Angie went to unlock the door and found herself staring into a boy's stomach. She looked up and saw gleaming white teeth grinning down at her, followed by a look into the most beautiful grayish blue pair of eyes which stared into hers.

"Hey, you must be Angie. Where's Amanda? We should get going," he said, his voice being rather low and smooth. He smiled at her.

Angie just stood there, frozen.

Jack woke up to Bobby's angry voice.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Angel? I don't want that whore in our home!"

Jack groaned. It was only 7a.m.

"Callete. Come culo qen eres tu?" A young woman's voice shrieked, and Angel was telling her to shush. Great. Sofi and Bobby were fighting, again. He slowly got up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He grabbed a towel and began walking to the bathroom. Before he could enter the bathroom, Bobby came up the stairs, looking furious. "Callete!" Sofi shouted from downstairs.

Bobby turned around and yelled, "English, bitch! Tell your little whore that she better shuts up if she ever wants to speak again."

Jack cocked an eyebrow and went into the shower. Bobby stormed in, and took a piss.

"What now?" Jack asked wearily.

"Stupid Spanish speaking bitch and Angel were practically humping each other on MY couch."

Jack shuddered as the cold water sprinkled out, and he ran his hand through his wet hair, pushing it back. The water ran down his chest, past his stomach and between his thighs as he washed his hair, the back of his neck and below his armpits. He could hear Bobby leave and slam the door behind him. After a while, Jack turned the shower off and stepped out, drying himself with a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

It was past 7.30am, and he had a good 30 minutes left to either be driven to school, or walk there. It'd take a 10 minutes drive.

He threw on a pair of knee length black pants, and a brown shirt. He tied his shoelaces together and decided to jog to school, get a bit of fresh air. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some sandwhiches Evelyn had made for breakfast and put them into a small paper-bag, which he folded. "See ya, Ma," Jack muttered as he kissed her on the cheek, "Jerry, I'll walk myself to school today. Where's Angel?"

"Went off to calm that Sofi chick down. Man, she threw a fuss!" Jerry shook his head as he flipped the pages of the newspaper. "Well, Bobby's got to control his temper too. I say both are at fault. Anyways, bye!"

Jack stepped out.

It was a pretty sunny day. A little cold, but he was used to it. He turned around the corner and took out a sandwhich. He ate it while looking around him. A few people were driving out of their houses, some were exercising, and very few were sitting outside, just to enjoy the peace and quietness of the morning. He finished a sandwhich and decided to share the rest with Cass or Angie… if he would even see Angie. He held it firmly in his hand and started jogging lightly, careful not to slip on the icy pavement.

After a while, he finally saw the school from quite a distance. Just as he was about to reach the school gates, he heard a car coming up from behind him. He ignored it, but then it stopped right by him. He looked suspiciously at the car, which had tinted glass windows. The door opened and two big, burly men stepped out of the car. They tried to make a grab for Jack. Jack put up a struggle and dropped his backpack. The men managed to push him headfirst into the car, and barked at the driver to drive.