"Mum, are we really gonna stay here?" Lizzie, in a worn pink sweater, sat in the car along with the rest of her family, staring at their new home.
"Stop complaining, we've got no choice." Mum's tone was bitter and slightly annoyed.
"Shut up Liz! Do you think I want to be in this crappy situation with you damn kids! You don't get to pick and choose! None of us do!"
The car was eerie silent for a few seconds. "I'm sorry. Shouldn't have shouted."
In a small voice, Lizzie replied, "it's fine."