"That's true..." she muttered, looking down at her reflection in the mug. She exhaled, there was really no use in moping about it; she was going to have to work with the hell she had been forcibly thrust into. As much as she wanted to go back home and see her dad. He was probably worried sick.<br/><br/>Out of nowhere, she reached a hand down to her jean pocket, then the other, and swore under her breath. She left her phone in her bag, and who knows what happened to it! Some dirty hobo was probably using her math books as kindling right at that very moment, which would have been a better use than what they were supposed to be used for in school, Alice supposed. She couldn't text her dad and tell him what happened, which sucked. A bitter look on her face, she put the cup down and rolled away from Khalil, shutting her eyes.