She moves to the back of the bus, where whispers and laughter can soon be heard. Janie twists around to watch a group of teenagers watching her, whispering behind cupped hands. When they see her looking, they break into laughter and look away.

Janie turns back around, blinking back tears.

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INT. JANIE'S APARTMENT ENTRANCE

The apartment is small, crowded. The walls have cracks and stains, the wallpaper is peeling; small pictures hang on one portion of the wall in a failed attempt to make the place homier. A television is playing dimly in the living room - the entrance, kitchen, and living room are all one room. At the breakfast table, JANIE'S MOTHER is seated, head in hands.