You were knew as the nice and shy girl around the bad neighborhood. You live in a kind of bad neighborhood. Gangs and drugs were the only thing that went on in school.

You work at a convenient store on the corner were everyone from your school goes when the neighborhood bad boy came in with an black eye and a cut on his lip. You knew a lot about him. How he was in a gang. He sells and does drugs.

He looks angry and everything seems to piss him off. He walks over to the beers grabbing two and walking over to the cash register placing the beers down on the counter. You knew he wasn’t old enough for this but you just went along with it.

“Can I get uh… Marlboros please.”

That was the brand he always smokes…