DOPE SICK (just a web I’m weaving)

1.Shayla Rae…

Without making direct eye-contact with a single person, Shayla read the room. She was cold, she was broke, she was getting sick, and she didn’t have time to play around. Her best bet was the elderly black man in the back corner-he was so old he was practically gray, and he looked nice in that way old guys do-the ones who want to rescue lost little girls, not the ones who want to screw them. She didn’t have the stomach for that crap today. Things were about to get ugly for her.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.