She was going through a rough spot, her mom had to move in with her because of difficulties with her older sister and her new boyfriend. "Racist as...hole. I hate to admit it but I'm from east county. You know that joke about east county? The grass grows yay high." She raised her arm as if to indicate height, it resembled a Nazi salute. "I grew up around that shit. I'm over it, y'know?" "Obviously." "Yeah, obviously. You're cute. How old are you?" "38." Colleen pulled her sunglasses off,. The final straw was when she was expelled from school for trying to seduce a teacher. It was clear that strong measures were needed.It was decided that Phoebe would be sent to stay with her older sister. Nicole lived in a small village located on the southern tip of Corsica. Nicole herself had been far from a conventional child and in her own way had caused her parents much anguish. However, she had always been discrete and respectful. From the very first day Phoebe caused Nicole problems.. “Alright Candy, what is it?” She spun around and her eyes were suddenly damp at the edges. She wiped them, managing somehow not to smear her eye shadow or her mascara.“Michael… I wanted to apologize. I… when you yelled at me I went home and I thought about it all… and realized something. I didn’t like you simply because you were a loner, and you seemed so happy… I don’t know why I hated it so much. I just wanted you to know that… that I was sorry…” Now she came very close to crying. Full on. He was lying on his right side, a pillow in between his ankles so that he could elevate his broken left leg. With him turned away from me, I decided to give him back scratches throughout the majority of the night. It was never easy for him to sleep in places other than his own bed. That was part of the reason why I wanted to move in with him—not him moving in with me. It was around 7 AM when I woke up, so I decided to call my mom. I figured she was up, since she had always been an early bird..