Saronda, left to pick up the pieces of a world that had absolutely gone upside-down on her, tried to figure out what sort of life she had been dropped into.
She looked around the sparse bedroom, which must not have changed much since she was 10 or 11. It was painted lavender and had little more than a mismatched old desk and a purple bed, which at least was the same size as she had at home.
She noticed a cell phone on the nightstand and picked it up. The phone had a sparkly purple case and a small screen crack. Dis is not da phone I used ta have, she thought to herself. Even my own head is goin' black on me.
She began looking through the phone's different apps, starting with...
