Woo! Finally got Glass Houses!! Now I can actually submit more than just memory!! =D

On with the show!

I woke up to the sound of yelling. I trudged over to the stairs railing to see Michael talking to Claire. I ground my teeth. He had decided not to let her stay. We thought we had convinced him with the Monica thing, but he was really just going to try to get her in another dorm. That jackass.

"... No," Michael was saying, "I'm sorry, but you can't stay here. House rules." What a bunch of B.S.

Claire all of a sudden looked like she was going to cry. In her eyes was rejection and fear. What had that bitch Monica done to her?

She then set her jaw, narrowed her eyes, and dug into her purse. "How much?"

Michael's expression was laughable.

"Three hundred enough?" she was saying, "I can get more if I have to."

"How?"

"Get a job. Sell stuff. I want to stay here, Michael. I really do. Yeah, I'm under eighteen, but I swear, you won't have any trouble from me. I go to school and I study. That's all I do.I'm not a partyer, I'm not a slacker. I'm useful. I'll-I'll help clean and cook."

He just stared at her. But I saw that he was remembering the Old Claire. The Claire that she was before she moved. The Claire that had a good time,but still kept a 4 point. The Claire who wheeled him around class-to-class in the wheel chair Michael had after breaking both his legs- he had jumped off a roof at a party trying to land on a mattress below. The Claire that had been everybody's "Little Sister". The claire that held my hand and didn't judge me when I cried at my sister's funeral. This Claire was all-work-and-no-play. What had happened?

"No," he said, "I'm sorry, kid. But it's too much risk."

"Eve's only a little bit older than I am!"

"Eve's eighteen. You're what? Sixteen?"

"Almost seventeen! I really am in college! I'm a freshman- look, here's my student ID..."

"Come back in a year. We'll talk about it. Look, I'm sorry. What about the dorm?"

"They'll kill me if I stay there," she took on the look of a kicked puppy, "They tried to kill me today."

"What?"

"The other girls. They punched me and shoved me down the stairs."

Michael was silent. He got up and examined the bump on her head. "What else?" he asked.

"What?"

"Besides what I can see. You're not going to drop dead on me, are you?"

"I'm okay. I saw the doctor and...."

I walked back into my room, locked the door, and punched the wall with a booming crack! I couldn't believe it. Michael was going to send her out on the streets! What the hell?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I ground my teeth and laid on my bed in fury until I slowly drifted off to sleep...

So...... What do you think??? No update till I get at least 5 more reviews!!