I was eager to see who’d be moving into Snake’s old apartment. Of course, I couldn’t let the others see; I’d look stupid, as eager as a little kid looking for someone new to play with. But the truth was, I was sick of my friends. Sick of this street, sick of being tough all the time, sick of being poor, sick of everything.
I was especially sick of Jeff, my mom’s druggie boyfriend. It beat me how a smart woman like her always picked such losers. But this one was the worst.
At least with Snake’s midnight move, his major drug connection was gone. It was too much to hope that he’d straighten up though. He’d probably already found another dealer.
I leaned casually against the moving truck, and lit my last smoke. I didn’t even know what I was hoping for, something to get me out of my life, I guess. I didn’t get it.
What a wimpy, prissy little daddy’s girl that was, coming down the front steps like she owned the place. And look at the sour expression on her face, like she thinks it smells here. The others stirred restlessly, they didn’t like her.
“You shouldn’t be leaning on the truck, my dad won’t like it.” I couldn’t believe she said that. Challenging me right in front of everyone. Was she suicidal? Maybe she was just stupid.