Taz was more than happy to get to stay longer. As they sat down over the delicious food Belle had made, Taz thought back on her sentencing and how pissed off she had been. She had anticipated being treated like bonded labor, had been prepared to hate the bitch, been prepared to be a total shit to her. Belle treated her so nicely even though she was rich and didn't really need to. And had she just called her sweetie? The bitch cop who had ziptied her hands behind her back her and pushed her into the squad car had called her that but meant something else entirely. And the woman clearly had no appreciation for art whatsoever. That tag was awesome, and oddly enough still hadn't been painted over.<br/><br/>Art, that had been the only subject she had liked in school, loved actually, even though she had been good at all the subjects. She had muddled her way though tenth grade but being homeless and school didn't mix. Teachers wanted  assignments e-mailed, wanted stuff printed and that was hard to do. She was smart and had no trouble understanding the curricula but just go fed up of not being able to study and hand in assignments on time. Then the school had become nosy and she forged her mother's signature and told them she was dropping out. It wasn't like her education was going to get her anywhere. People like her didn't go anywhere, society preferred not seeing the homeless. And as to youth like her? They just were bad eggs, lazy, unmotivated, little self entitled shits who wanted stuff handed to them instead of work for it by getting a good, taxpayer funded education. All she had ever met was judgment. That is, until Belle.<br/><br/>Of course now things would change. Her birthday was not far and after this her butt would be shipped off to jail. No more juvie, no community service. She had heard that women raped girls just like guys raped men in prison. At her age, she knew she would be a prime candidate. While she liked girls a whole lot better than men, rape was rape, and she never wanted to go through that again, never mind if it was a cock, or a hand that did the raping.<br/><br/>"Belle," she asked after looking up from her pork chop, "do you know anyone who needs odd jobs done? You know, like.... so I can earn money?" She paused and looked at her torn nails and curled her fingers in. "I could clean, and do yardwork, and uh, walk their dogs, I'd pick the poop up too."  She looked at her and then down again, she was embarrassed. "I'm really good with dogs, and I'm learning more about cleaning now, so..." her voice trailed off and she decided to just shut up now and clean her plate. Her records were juvenile and sealed and she hoped she could get a job since she wasn't a felon. Yet.