I felt bad for yelling at Hazel as soon as I did. I did not want to raise my voice at her. Hazel seemed like a good person, and her sister, Naomi...was in a coma. She was in a tube filled with water - green water - while trapped in a coma. Hazel did not deserve to get shouted at...but I could not help myself. I am difficult sometimes. I yell when I am frustrated. Wish that I did not. I just hate to be frustrated. I cannot concentrate.

My face got hot. I was ashamed for what I did to Hazel. I laid a hand on her shoulder and used the other to rub the back of my head. "I am sorry, Hazel. I really am. I-I am not mad at you or anything. I was only frustrated. I have been frustrated for years. Letting it out is the only way for me to release it. Still, you did not deserve it."

Hazel was silent for a minute. Her eyes darted towards the ceiling, and then back at me. Then she gave me this small smile and tilted her head to the side. She crossed her arms. "Oh, Margaret. It is okay."

I removed my hand from her shoulder. "No. It is not. It is not okay. Do not say it to be nice and understanding. People are not supposed to yell at complete strangers."

"We are not strangers, Margaret. You know me. I know you. The more that we stay at the school, the more that we will know each other. It will be a blast." She showed me the back of her hand. "I will know you like the back of my hand."

I smirked and ruffled her hair. "We will see about that. But I will tell you now that you do not have a chance."

She giggled. "Hey! I just fixed my hair!"

My new friend and I stayed for about ten minutes until we decided to leave. We talked, but we mostly stared at Naomi. Although that I hardly knew Naomi, I felt sorry for her. If she is as loving as her sister, then she should not be in a coma while her body is floating in a tube.

I tugged on my fingers. "I imagine that you miss her. It is a shame when someone as sweet as her is trapped." I clenched my fists and stomped my foot. "It should be a wicked person instead. A twisted being ought to suffer. Suffer for the terrible stuff that they have done. Naomi should be replaced with one of them."

Hazel gazed at me and tucked a hair strand behind her ear. "Would that not make us as evil as them? I am not the type of being who wishes harm on others no matter what they are or what they have done."

"Call it rough justice. It is more important to protect us than the criminals. Good people must go first."

"I am not saying that criminals should go unpunished, Margaret. I am saying that we should not get revenge." She shook a fist in the air. "The Lord says that it is His to take." She lowered her fist and started to walk away. "I do not let the bullies and evildoers get to me because I know what is in store for them."

I followed her and elbowed her. "I know what ya mean, Hazel. I know what ya mean." I shook my head slowly.

We walked out of the room and back to the girls' room. I did not think that Hazel and those other ladies would like me. I never thought that they wanted to be friends. Now I was even more thrilled to be here. I would never return home.

Until I discovered the truth.

I do not know how close we were to the girls' room. My new friend stopped in her tracks and gripped my wrist, forcing me to halt as well. I gazed at her and asked why she was holding my wrist. She shushed me and told me that we would play a game.

She snickered. "It will be fun, Margaret."