Sometimes lyrics really describe someone's life. For me, those lyrics would be "see, The luck I've had, could make a good man bad." From Please, please please let me get what I want. Its a song by The Smiths, and I'd you'd ask me, they're the best band ever. It's 1987, they're blowing up right now.

*I, Marcus Lopez Arguello, sit with my friends, or how the rest of the school likes to call us, rats. My dark brown eyes scan the courtyard, even though I'm at the outskirts of the courtyard. Which is known as the cemetery. Yes, we hang at the cemetery, but death doesn't scare us anymore. It doesn't scare anyone anymore. The whole school has grown numb to murder and death, since we are the ones that murder for money. For school assignments.

Billy looks over at me with a shit-eating grin, nudging me a little. He points at the new girl, you, his annoying voice rattling in my ear. "Yo, Arguello. Wouldn't she be good for the roadtrip? Yes, I know we're already bringing Maria and Saya, but one more can't hurt, eh? Then all of us have a girl?"

He blurts out, which forces a sigh out of my throat. Billy has an abusive father and his idea to get rid of him is to go to Vegas, bring a couple of the girls from our school who are also friends with us, and then kill his dad while he's at a casino.