Samantha and Ashleigh
I was definitely not comfortable here.
Carrie Whitehorse wasn’t one of Ash’s two native friends that I’d met at the school. She was older, hard, cold. I instinctively disliked her, and didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her. Overhand.
Ash had taken the money from me as soon as we were out of sight of the house. I was a bit nervous that she’d disappear with it, and that my great experiment in disreputable behaviour would get me in shit for nothing. So I’d insisted on coming with her to get the stuff.
I kind of regretted that now, Carrie scared me. Her eyes seemed to look right through me, like I was nothing.
She pulled Ash close and whispered in her ear, but loudly enough to be sure I heard her.
“Who the hell is she? Are you trying to get me busted?” Ash shook her head.
“She’s okay; she lives in Snake’s old place.”
Carrie didn’t look convinced. Maybe she’d hated Snake.
“No, I won’t talk to you with her here. Get rid of her, or there&rsquo...