A/N, I've decided to release this story at an accelerated rate,due to it being somewhat Christmas based, and fairly short. If you do not celebrate the holiday, it wouln't offend you. Rudolph is more about life than just Santa. This work is a real stretch for me. I really wasn't into the modern AU thing at first. but it has grown on me. Plus putting myself in the shoes of a seventeen year old girl is a huge stretch, it's why Angels Awaken is a POV story. I hope I got at least a few things right. OK, time to hit the road, put the pedal to the metal!

"Jesus, Elsa, what is taking you so long?!" When Elsa stepped out of the bathroom Anna just let out a big sigh, then let her shoulders slump forwards.

"You're joking right?" Elsa looked like a ten dollar whore. She had dark purple eye shadow and fake lashes that looked an inch long. She was doing the whole schoolgirl thing with a very short red plaid skirt, white blouse that was rather unbuttoned and a fine gold necklace with a cross that set right in her cleavage. Elsa just gave her a wry smile.

"Ugh, Elsa you look like a total tramp." Anna however did her usual and looked like she was twelve. Twin braids in her red hair, a white T shirt with a picture of a dragon on it, and cut off jean shorts that her butt cheeks hung out of.

"Shit, Anna, when do you plan on growing up?"

"Screw you, Sister Christian!"

Just then they hear a car horn. It's Elsa's boyfriend Roger.

"God Elsa, Roger's such a loser, and that Camaro is such a piece of shit!" Anna said as she drew back the curtain.

"Yea, well it's better than Brian's ride!" which was actually a true statement, Brian only had a Schwinn ten speed bike.

"He just got his learners permit a week ago, he's working on it."

"Yea, by the time he's got enough money saved up for a car, you guys should be on social security!"

Truth is, where Anna and Elsa lived it had been kinda' tough, the recession hit everyone in town pretty hard. If you wanted a job a Mickey D's you had better know somebody, and Brian had managed to get a job cleaning bedpans at that invalid care center in Sulfur Creek.

Roger's family had money, so he never wanted for anything. He spent a great deal of time on his car that Elsa wished he'd spend on her, but to no avail. He was always bolting something on it to make it go faster, but to Elsa , it just made it louder and more obnoxious. He came screaming into Elsa's driveway with the 8 track blasting "Alter of Sacrifice" while the boys where yelling out the car windows, "Concert Psych-up!" and just generally being assholes, Elsa flung open the window and shouted, "You wanna' keep it down?! Douchbags!" while angrily pointing down meaning the 'rents were at home still, and they both had to go passed them.

So they put on some long coats to disguise their lack on proper attire for the cold. They'd ditch 'em as soon as they got in the car.

"Jesus, I hope they don't have any pot." Elsa just laughed, "Sucks to be you, Roger just picked up a quarter two days ago!" Well, that's just great, Anna thought. As if this group wasn't douchy enough. Down the stairs they trotted hoping to get past mom and dad without saying anything, not a chance in hell...

"You two have a good time tonight and tell your mom I said hi, Anna."

"Will do Mrs. C." All the while Elsa has her hands on Anna's back shoving her out the door. Dad never even looked up from his newspaper.

Out to the car finally, and Roger had to scooch up to let Anna in, once her butt cleared the door he slammed his seat back, jamming her into the rear seat awkwardly. "HEY!", then she muttered under her breath, "asshole."

"Sorry, bitch, trains leavin'!" and then he shifted into reverse, stepped on the gas, and backed out of the driveway without looking, barely missing a car going the other way while fully on the horn. Elsa slugged him in the arm and yelled, "I'd like to live through the evening, dickhead!" Roger just scowled at her and put his foot to the floor, pinning everyone in there seats. Anna was staring daggers at Brian, while he just shrugged and said, "What?, it's his car!" Anna thought if she made it thru the night it might be time to move on and break up with Brian. He was always hanging around with Roger, and they weren't going anywhere, like this town, and this life. Anna wanted to go to college and make something of herself.

If she hung around with these people, she'd be waiting tables for the rest of her life, with a baby hanging off her hip when she finally got home. A bare light bulb swinging over a greasy kitchen table with a husband coming home late again, smelling like a brewery and saying, "Sorry, Hon, overtime, ya know?" That image just made her heart sink. She needed to get as much distance between this shithole and herself as possible. She was hoping to go to Boston, at least there's some culture there. But it's an expensive place to live, and even more expensive to go to college at. Getting high and average grades weren't going to cut it, she needed to make big changes in her life, and change is never easy.

"Counter-clockwise, ya know,...Safety first!" Roger handed the joint back to Anna, who took it, taking a very quick drag and immediately exhaled, then handed it to Brian, who said, "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing, just drop it, OK?" she never even made eye contact with him. And he wasn't going to be able to guess how she felt.

"What-ever." He proceeded to take a long toke, and tried to hold it,...that wasn't happening.

"You ain't token if ya ain't choken," Said Roger. "Told you this was some premo shit!" Anna started to notice the effects, she didn't smoke often, and this stuff was killer. Between the thick smoke in the car and the short drags, she was gettin' high whether she wanted to or not, and it was a thirty minute ride to Indy.