Short story. Grade 7. I was sick and in the infirmary. Another kid I knew named Steve* showed up. My dad worked until 1 so I had time to kill until he was home and they could call him, we talked a bit and the school nurse decided Steve should go home too. So she called his mom. Sorry she can't get you, her boss said if she left to take him home she's fired. I learned early on how shitty waitresses were treated. Steve told me his mom had been told numerous times basically your replaceable to shut up.