Excerpt From A Book I'm Currently Working On

     "I did take the money," Angie said.


     "It doesn't matter kid. I hope you had fun with it," Violet responded.


     "I kinda did until I ended up in the hospital," Angie told Violet.


     "You used the money to go the field trip," Violet asked? Angie nodded her head yes. "See if you had asked for the money instead of stealing it none of this would of happened," Violet said. The room fell quite for a couple of seconds, and then they both started laughing at the same time. Angie's laughing soon turned into her desperately gasping for air. Violet called in and a doctor to help her. They asked Violet to leave the room so they could have some space, and she did.


     Ding! The elevator door opened. Angie's foster mother came bursting out of it like a mad man. Looking around demanding that someone take her to her child. Violet decided to be the brave one.


     "Hey, she's over here," Violet called from in front of Angie's room. Angie's foster mom saw her and began stumbling her way towards her.


     "What's going on," she demanded an answer.


     "Well from what I've heard she was hurt pretty bad," Angie's foster mom cut Violet off.


     "What do you mean hurt? She can't be hurt...no, no, no. How badly is she hurt? Do you think she'll make it up to the ninth? I really need her to make it to the ninth," Violet begins to give her a confused look. "Oh, of course you wouldn't know," then she turns inward towards the room to get a glance at Angie, "That little brat better make it until the ninth. If I don't get that check I'll bring her back to life and kill her myself."


     Over hearing Angie's foster mom's conversation to herself made Violet mad, enraged even. "You really are a piece of shit," Violet said before she knocked her flat on her ass.