Samantha and Ashleigh
I looked at my watch again. What was taking so long? Were they growing the pot from seed? I started to feel certain that they had snuck out the back way, leaving me here.
I didn’t even know where we were. We’d followed the bike path for awhile, and then gone through a couple of alleys. I hated to admit it, I had zero idea how to get home. I didn’t even know if there was a working pay phone in this neighbourhood. Looking around, I had to admit it. I had thought nothing could be worse than the dump I lived in, but I was wrong. This place was worse. Way worse.
Aside from the pee smell that the cracked linoleum gave off, and the broken stair rail and the squishy carpet on the stairs, all the lights were broken. Pretty amazing considering that someone had installed little wire cages around all the light bulbs. I wondered how they ...