Amanda is the typical cheerleader type, the bitchy type. Her hips swayed as she walked through the crowded hallway of her college, until she reached the door that was marked in cursive writing "Biology Lab".
She had received a call from her teacher, didn't seemed happy at all, and she automatically thought, maybe it was one of the nerds again telling the teacher she had forced them to do her work.
Entering the room, she examined there was just one boy inside, she knew him just by seeing him pass by, His name was Joshua Owens, the typical loner. The boy was sat on a wooden stool, scribbling on his notebook, probably taking some last notes, or another poem of his.
"Ah Miss Amanda, glad you could come." - Mister Hall said, the man sat on the wooden desk, around his late twenty's, his Grey eyes glued on Amanda's figure as she walked cautiously to one of the tables and sitting on a stool, cursing under her breath as the number of possibility's she may or not be in detention crossed her mind.
Mister Hall exhaled, passing a hand through his honey tone hair, as he looked to the two figures that were in the classroom, watching how different they were from each other, and how the work in his mind would help them in matter of fact to change their ways a bit.
" I called you both to sign you to a little project, Amanda you have some credits short until you complete this subject, due the classes you missed and test s0 if you don't commit on doing this project, you'll fail my class." - Hall said sternly, making the young blond roll her eyes in annoyance, as she sank more into her seat getting angrier and angrier.
" And Joshua, your mother had told me it would be great to get a job for you on this summer, and I told her it would be a great idea if you turned into volunteered psychiatrist on the local Hospice." - He examined, as Joshua's expression changed from surprise to emotionless, nodding to the teacher's offer.
" Your job will start a few days, I'll let the facility know about this. You may leave now." - Just like it was ordered, Joshua packed everything inside his backpack and left, closing the door behind him.
"You better be kidding me." - Amanda stated, tapping her long fingernails painted in a bright pink on the marble counter of the biology tables. - " I'm not Amanda, Here's the location of the facility. I hope you show there for work, your mother already knows, and trust me she wants you to work there" -  Hall said, "And to stop you for being such a spoiled brat." - He thought to himself, chuckling, as he made a signal to Amanda that she could be dismissed.
The young blond stormed out of the classroom, and into the hallway , her heels clanking furiously as she shoved the students in her way to the side yelling profanity to everybody as she left college, with a hurt pride and one hell of a job.

"You are kidding?" - Amanda asked, as the older care taker given her working clothes. She sighed heavily, dragging herself to the bathroom and changing quickly. She never though it was actually necessary to dress properly to take care of some brats.
She left the bathroom, her blond hair tucked into a messy bun, and light mascara giving more enlightenment to her blue sky eyes. Walking back to the main office, where the director instructed some things.
But why? , She thought, It's simple, taking care of orphans, making them happy. Isn't that simple?
" We have to warn you because of one particular child."
Amanda laughed to herself, taking that as a joke. " I'm not kidding Miss Amanda, she's a danger to others, that's why she only walks in some parts of the house, not in contact with other children."
" I'm sure she isn't that bad as you say."
" Oh Miss Amanda, If you only knew how wrong you are, I just advise you  to be careful with that child, she's not the type for you to mess around." -  the director spoke, and dropped a tazer right in front of Amanda, making her look quite surprised by his action.
" A tazer?" - Amanda chuckled as she picked it up.
" Just for precaution."
" Am I on punk'd? I'm not using this on a child, that's inhuman." - She said dropping it on the table, crossing her arms on to her chest. Even though knowing the fact she wasn't the best person at all, she wouldn't dare to use that on a child at all.
" Amanda, please hear me, I don't want another care taker being stabbed repeatedly on the face."
" What?! How's that even possible?!" - Amanda shrieked jumping off her chair, and pacing around in the room.
" I'm not joking young Amanda, this child haves problems, but please don't worry, she won't be  a problem to us anymore, in a few days someone will take her to the local hospice due the last examinations of her mental state." - He paused, passing a hand through his wild hair, with a slight tone of Grey. - " She was diagnosed with schizophrenia and paranoia, and she's highly dangerous, take this tazer and watch your back always."
With that the director dismissed Amanda to go to work, finding  herself wrapping her hands around the tazer protectively as she looked up to the wooden staircase, watching a petite figure walk down with four care takers around her.
Her hair dyed in a vibrant pink covered partly her face, her dark eyes gluing on her, a smile appear on her face as her eyes lighting up with excitement and joy seeing a new face around.
" You must be new." - The petite figure whispered, her eyes filled with determination for something.
" I'm Amanda." - The blond girl said, hiding the object she had on her hands seconds ago, on her pocket.
" You probably heard about me already. I'm Alexandra." - She said, smiling ear to ear, and dropping the smile, as she went to go around the corner but two caretakers grabbed her arms, pulling her to the opposite side.
" I'm not going to kill no one, I promise." - She said in a mocked tone, as she winked to Amanda, making the young girl shiver slightly.
So that's the girl, She thought, Hopefully I will survive.
She observed that it was necessary four care takers to restrain Alexandra from running to the other room, where the sound of laughter and giggles from orphans from age five to older, until age eighteen were heard.
Or maybe not.. -  She thought once again, taking a deep breath and entering the room filled with different kids, with different ages, and for once she had a warm welcome,a true one, not a fake one planned by another one of her so called friends.
For once she was committed to be nice, at least for once.