I was seething, “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I spat out.
She rolled her eyes, “I warned you I’d be around. You should really just accept it. It’s much easier that way.”
She stood up, “See you tonight.”
My anger suddenly made me feel talkative, “I’m telling my mother a crazy girl wants to kill me so she won’t let you in.”
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, “Hm… that may have worked… except now I know about it. See you later!”
She practically skipped away. I saw her give her food to a kid named Bill, he never had a lunch, his parents were short on money. I saw him give her a grateful smile.
She hadn’t eaten anything.

I got home and dropped my book bag on the floor: props, I never really used anything in it. My mom wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs and sat on my bed.
Mom got home. I considered going down and warning her, but that would be weird… I still had time, anyway. A second later, the doorbell rang.
You have got to be kidding me.
It was 4:15. She’d come early.