It was almost completely dark out save for the dimmed street lamps and blinking store lights. Most normal people might be wondering what a 17 year old girl was doing outside at 3: 22 in the morning, in the middle of the slums, wearing only a light sweatshirt and tight low riding jeans. Well that's simple. I have no fucking clue.

The last thing I can remember was being at some random party, drinking, smoking, drinking, hooking up with some random person, smoking, and that's about it… Oh and somewhere in between all of that, having a good fuck. I just woke up about 10 minutes ago, slumped against the side of a rundown building which smelled like piss.

So here I am walking in the general direction of, Rick's convenience store open 24/7, well that was what the sign was supposed to say. The flickering florescent green sign above the store was hardly any help since half the blubs were out, or smashed into a million shards of glass. Needless to say it wasn't so much of a convenience store, but more of a cheep liquor, cigarette, and porn shop.

I continue to walk towards the store. Ok that was a lie. I swayed toward the door stumbling on non-existing objects and having drums pounding in my head. By the time I got to the door I felt ready to pass out again but instead I used all my strength to open the door and walk up the steps. I squinted my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room.

Once I had recovered from my temporary blindness, I looked around the small store. To my left was the Indian dude who worked the counter, I never knew how they managed to sit there. All day. Doing nothing. But then again, that sounds pretty similar to what I do in my spare time.

Moving on. To my right was a shit load of beer. I unwillingly, decided against my better judgment and just passed by the beer and grabbed a bottle of water, some chips, and oh what's that... the new playboy magazine.

I slowly made my way to the counter and laid the items out. The turban headed dude rang all my items up, not evening bothering with IDing for the porn. I paid for it with the 7 bucks that I had stuffed into my pocket.

I must have sat on the steps outside the store for a least half an hour before a crappy, chipped blue van came and stopped in front of me. I jumped up instantly, not a smart idea since my head was still throbbing but I was FREEZING. I run/ stumble over to the passenger seat and swing the door open. The torn up leather seats looked so comfortable right now that I jump onto it and the warm air from the heater begins to spread warmth to my body. I look over to the driver seat and grin. The young black man with a grey bandana grins back at me.

"Thanks Boz, it only took you like 5 hours to get down 2 blocks," I say with a small smirk. "Hey, I got here didn't I?" he says as he begins to drive. "Yeah well, next time make it snappy, I was freezing my ass crack off out there," I say sleepily.

Lazy, I reached into the glove compartment which is filled with tissues, pens, condoms, and a thin sheet of grey cloth. I grab the cloth and systematically tie it to my head, despite my sleepy, dunk state. I'm pretty sure Boz said something else but I was already asleep.

I started this story about a year ago, 9-20-07 but only updated once. After nearly a year, I've decided to tweak the first 2 chapters and I will hopefully continue writing more this time.