I spent my youth on the East Side of town, cruising the streets and feeling high on what was stowed in my glove box and trunk. My passengers were serious dudes and I smoothly ferried them around so they could deal our crystal cargo in clip joints and in pubs. We hit the money big time and got treated with utmost respect, no wayward kid ever dared to scrape a coin along my fancy paintwork. My livery still shines like a dia...
It was about a year ago when I first met her. She was a strange girl wandering by herself on Highway 10 in Arizona. I was traveling back home to San Antonio from a trip I took to California. While I was cruising across the asphalt I could see the open desert for miles all around me. That’s when I noticed her. Her ragged and worn down body was moving like a living corpse. No other people were around. It was just that littl...
When I was five, I lived in New York. I didn't know, nor care if I was popular or not. I was just there, and played my own way. I later grew to learn which side belonged to me. As I look back, it seemed to me that I was the most forgotten and least likable girl in my class. Before we moved, I had two best friends, Sarah and Emily. I always preferred visiting Sarah's house because she knew how to play along with me. Unlike...
2 "Another round over here!" Owen shouted towards the bartender. The bartender nodded and grabbed two more beers. Owen and Jay were drunk off their asses and we all watched as Jay struck out with a girl at the bar table. I could not help but feel kind of bad for him; but in her defense, I'd watched as he drunkenly muttered the same cliché pick up line to three other girls within the last twenty minutes. A song came on tha...
1 "Lucy! They're coming to town, it's the last stop on their tour! We have to go, we just have to!" Mia exclaimed, excitedly showing me her computer screen. "Tickets are seventy five bucks, Mia. Can we afford that?" I asked, squinting at the tiny text. "Sure, we'll find a way to make it work. Why should we have a food budget for next week when we could go see them in concert instead?" She asked. "Because everyone knows co...
Preface Lucy "Ms. Combs, I realize the school year is coming to an end, but that does not give you an excuse to not pay attention," Mr. Peters said, snapping me out of my daze and bringing me back down to earth. "Sorry," I replied quietly, wishing I could sink into my sweatshirt. I felt my face turn a deep red. He motioned for me to take out my earbud and I reluctantly did so. I was listening to the latest release from my...
They ran into the courtyard. The trial had just begun; the king had started the prosecution of the murderer. Two girls, one dressed in red with gold embroidery, the other in jade green with silver embroidery, wanted a good clear view of the trial, but being so small, they could not see over the crowd. One turned and saw a window with ivy cascading down from the ledge. Iron bars covered the glass for show. The girls quickl...
When I finally roll out of bed it's late on Saturday morning. The daylight seeps in, past the shitty layers of sheets strung up over the large window. It reigns dirty yellow light over my squalid kingdom. I attempt to get up, tipping and swaying; my body an unwilling vessel on the high seas of my hang over. Outside the corridor is much darker. The hallway carpet deadens my footfalls as I sneak into the lounge room. I am n...
