Finally, it got to three-thirty and she went to the locker room to change out of the old-school gym uniform that she felt made her look like a twelve-year old boy. After she changed she headed for the bus home. It was raining like cats and dogs after she got off and she didn’t even run. Maybe this rain was the earth’s way of saying, “I feel your pain.” She unlocked the door and as she entered there were still un-opened boxes in the living room with labels. A lot of the boxes has her name on them actually. She hadn’t unpacked them because she was still on the mindset of this not being her home. Still not unpacking the boxes like her mother told her to she lets herself fall onto the sofa and she turned on the television and put on Forensic Files while she waited for her mom to return home and listen to her over-positive voice about how great her new job