So, on top of being stressed about restarting school and having even less time to herself, she now had to worry about literally have thirty-nine dollars to her name until she got paid next Friday. But the stress didn’t end there! Nope! Because she was in her last semester of school, the credits she was taking were all internship credits. At the end of the semester she did have to submit an internship evaluation paper, but she never needed to go to the actual school’s campus. Instead, she had to work at an actual dental office to get clinical hours that would allow her to become licensed. There wasn’t much wrong with that, other than the time commitment that it required, and how it interfered with her responsibilities regarding Holly. She could drop Holly off at school without a problem, but she was technically supposed to work until five o’clock. Her supervisor had been flexible enough to let her leave by three o’clock daily while allowing her to make up the hours at another time, but even getting out at three o’clock meant that Holly was going to be out of school before she could get to her. Since she had been attempting to give Holly more freedom lately, Makayla had decided to give her a chance to come home alone. The alternative was forcing her to sit on the steps outside of school until she could get to her, which would probably be half an hour or so after school ended. If Holly could get home by herself, it would save Makayla time and energy, and possibly even allow her to go back to her scheduled schedule of doing her internship until five o’clock everyday.
Today was the first day that Holly was supposed to get home by herself (after a couple of days of practicing the routine with her), so Makayla was definitely nervous. The business of her internship kept her mind off of it for most of the day, but by the time that she got out, a little past three, she was rushing to get home to make sure that Holly was there. Unbeknownst to Holly, she had added the girl’s iPad to her monthly phone plan simply so that she could track it via GPS, but as she rushed to board the subway, she didn’t have time to check it before losing service. By the time that she regained service, she received Brooklyn’s text message, and it was safe to say that her blood pressure jumped a few points just by reading it.
To: Brooklyn
What restaurant?
She texted the girl back immediately, ready to jump on the subway again, but given that there were tons of restaurants on Stanton St., there was no point in getting on a train unless she knew exactly where she was going. “I’m going to fucking kill her,” she mumbled under her breath as she pulled up the GPS tracking app. Of course, the stupid thing was claiming that Holly’s last reported location was her school, which apparently wasn’t true.