Abby’s PoV (Again)
A few hours later, I got a text message from Stacey. I recognized her immediately because her contact name was “Cuntbag”. When I opened the text, it just said, “wanna finish this??”
“Where and when?” was my simple response.
A moment passed before Stacey texted back with, “behind walmart. friday at 10.”
“Isn’t that a little past your bedtime?”
“shut up,” I could imagine her face. “bring your friends”
I grinned. Yeah, she was stupid, but the bitch could fight. I knew she’d be bringing her brother, so I decided I’d bring someone about his size; my friend Casey. But he liked fighting dirty, so I had a follow up question: “Weapons policy?”
“knives and that’s it”
My shoulders slumped.
“K”

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Teen FictionAbby is a criminal. Julie is a good girl. That's basically all I can say.