Life and love of hurricanes- sequel to Six drawings (gmw)

Homes

Maya's teacher pulled her hair out of her face, gently. She'd quietly asked Maya about her mothers custody and she got angry, running out of the room and tearing the picture of Katy out of her locker. She messed up everything. She started crying, crumbling it up. She knew she would have to be more careful. Maya was trying to apologize after calming down and the teacher told her it was fine but to stop trying to speak because she was choking on held back tears. She knew the consequences. She's knew she might have pushed her foster mother too far, but was surprised when standing by the door, listening to her call to find out she was not being passed to someone else. She was caught when Linda, the mom, walked out of the kitchen.
Maya just looked down at her feet that were a few inches from the wall she was leaning in with her arms folded behind her between her back and the wall. Linda didn't get upset. She just stroked the edge of Maya's braid and handed her a cookie. Maya shook her head and handed it back to her.
"Please. You haven't eaten much in the time you've been here." Said the thirty five year old, brunette woman. "And It seems like everywhere." Maya had no appetite, despite her stomach feeling crushed by the pain of hunger. She shook her head again and turned to the hall and her room, sitting down on the bed and opening the sketchbook, using a 3B and 3H pencil to begin to draw a rainy outside of Topanga's. She hadn't drawn anything in the sun in what seemed like forever.
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Another lash out, another home.
"Hi, I'm Carol. You must be Maya." Maya nodded and was led in by the lady about the same age as her last mother. She tried to help her put her backpack down but Maya tightened her grip on the strap.
"Okay, let me show you to your room." She led her down the hallway and into a small room with a cot and dresser, as well as a window. Maya sat down on the bed.
"Can I get you something to eat?" Maya shook her head. "You sure. It's about dinner time.
"I'm not hungry."
"Okay, well, there's a phone on the dresser and I got some of your contacts. She handed her a paper off the dresser with Riley, Cory, Lucas, Topanga, and Farkle's numbers. She wanted them back. She didn't want to talk to them, it would only mock her so she balled it up and teared it before she took it from her hands, placing her hand on her back. Maya jumped up.
"Why do people like you take kids like me? You're never going to f*cking keep me!" She yelled.
"Maya, I want to take care of you."
"I don't need to be taken care of! My mom never took care of me! Why should you have a right to?"
"Well, where do you expect to live then?" Maya let out a loud grunt.
"In hell."