Sarah Williams walks quickly to her five year old Nissan as she’s already ten minutes late. The car ride gets away from her as she watches the scenery change. Today, I’ll do it all differently. She tells herself. Today, it will be better. Today, I’ll change some kid’s life. The house on her right and left are nice, decent in most cases. They aren’t anything plantation size. They’re completely average with their front lawns, fences, and drive ways. Her car swerves around corners until finding its way further into the city. Suddenly the average houses die out. In their stead, the houses become older, broken, and unloved. Their paint is faded. Their roofs are mostly blue tarp. Their porches are filled with more than one rocking chair and more than one person siting on them.