Homeless (2)
"Hurry up!" she muttered under her breath while she rapped on the door smartly. Lisa glanced around on the dark street. She had to admit that it was quite a nice area, very posh. It reminded her of the avenue where she used to live, before her father blew his brains out with a muggle contraption/gadget thingy... A gun, she thought and shuddered.
The door opened. A bleary-eyed girl stepped through, her dark eyes stared down at Lisa accusingly. "Okay," she hissed. "What the hell is going on?"
Lisa faltered slightly under her friend's unruly glare. Georgia Flint was 19 years old, and they had been good friends since they could talk. She took a deep breath, "Do you still have that futon in your basement?"
"Yeah," she pressed further, "It's covered in biscuit crumbs and string cheese, but yeah."
Lisa sighed. "I guess that'll have to do," she straightened up slightly and inquired, "Can I sleep here?"
"Tonight?" her friend replied, astounded.
"No, bitch, tomorrow," she snapped.
"Are you really getting expelled over that silly drawing?" Georgia frowned. "That's bullshit, just tell your mum that!"
"I'm done telling my mum anything," Lisa declared. "She can rot in a tanning bed for all I care."
"Well, you're gonna rot in the streets if you don't work it out with her!" Georgia cried, exasperated.
"Dude, you have a house! Just let me stay here!"
"If it was my house, you could stay all you want! But it's my parents'," she argued. "Mum'll get pissed, my dad will probably hit on you, it'll be weird!"
"Okay, great, you and your dad against her, let me stay," she pleaded.
"No, Lisa!" Georgia searched for the right words. "Like... I wish I could help but, I dunno," she finished in a quiet voice.
"Well," Lisa stared at the floor. "Can you at least give me all the Licorice Wands in your kitchen?" she asked, desperate.
Georgia had a small, sad smile on her face. "Wait here," she promised.
She walked back into the house, towards the kitchen. "I wonder which bench is the softest in the mall," Lisa mused. She had snapped out of her thoughts when Georgia came back, her arms laden with Licorice Wands.