Izzy was so sick of being in foster care. In the ten years she had been stuck in it, she had been in more than a dozen homes in different parts of the city.
She began looking into apartment options months before she turned eighteen. Roz was older than her so she had turned eighteen already and said she would split the rent as soon as her friend joined the ranks of adulthood. In the meantime, she was staying put at her current foster home to avoid incurring extra expenses.
By this point, Roz was nearly done with her undergraduate and had been offered the same sort of scholarship/stipend Julian had been offered for his first PhD starting in the fall. He would be starting his second then, which was mind-boggling.
