On the heels of good news must come bad. C'est la vie. So it goes.

Apparently my Spanish teacher called Social Services for my friend Chantel today. Chantel's mom didn't come home for the entire weekend, and Chantel was left with her two younger brothers. Their mom wants to move into her boyfriend's trailer house; five people and two bedrooms just isn't going to work. I didn't catch all of the situation, but Chantel's mother is apparently blaming Chantel for "ruining her life" and trying to kick her out of the house.

I don't know what to say. "I promise that, one day, everything's going to be better for you..."