But the figure did not enter the apartment building. He, (for the figurewas a man in a ratty tank-top,) walked right up to Dana and waved aknife in hi... face. "Gimme the bag, bitch. Now." His breath was the stalestench of malt liquor left to rot in the sun.Dana didn't respond at first, unable to process what was happening tohim. But the man prompted him with "You deaf, bitch? Need me to fix yourears for you?" and Dana pulled off his backpack and handed it over."Good bitch. Your phone? Wallet?". My mind raced as I tried to remember if she had been taking medication for depression while Bethany and I were there. My thoughts were answered as the woman said that my mom started taking the medicine about five months ago. My heart dropped when I heard this because that was shortly after Bethany and I left to come here.I felt more tears start to well up in my eyes and I put my head in my hands, and began to rock back in forth. My dad began rubbing my back as I started to sob again; apparently. Her worst fears about Hurricane Cheryl were coming true-she was often left in her wake. I tried to reassure her.It helped that she got asked out on a couple of dates. She had a few short-lived boyfriends that year. I had a girl that I dated most of the fall and into the winter. And we'd talk about that, too. That was actually rather humorous. These relationships were typical high-school stuff-rocky as a dinghy in an ocean storm. I'd complain about Marie, and Alex would say, "I'd never do that. )(And they think they are worth $15.00 per hour)TWOI was checking out at the local Wal-Mart with just a few items and the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those dividers that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the divider, looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it.Not finding the bar code, she said to me, 'Do you know how.