"Amanda?"
Today she had her hair in a pony tail, high on top of her head.
She wore the shortest skirt I'd ever seen. She"d changed from heels, to red flats.
I pushed the front door open wider, as an invitation to come in.
"Hey, Josh!" She said, walking in and looking around.
"Nice house." She mumbled to her self. Amanda walked around, looked at photo's and touched everything in sight.
"Mmm. Um, why are you-?"
Amanda cut me off, by placing her finger on my lips.
"Is anyone home?" She whispered in my ear.
I shook my head and stared with admiring eyes at Amanda.
"Good. Here."
Amanda placed a tiny, plastic bag into my palm and stepped back.
I looked down and gasped.
"What the fuck is this?" I exclaimed, starring at the white powerdy contents.
"You asked for it last night. Don't you remember?"
I shook my head and gave the heroin back to Amanda.
She laughed bitterly.
"Take it. Hunger is only going to get worse."
Amanda reached into my back.pocket and dropped the bag in.
"You'll be thanking me later. By the way, you look so much better with blacm hair."
And with that Amanda was gone.
Amanda... did drugs?
It was hard to imagine that someone you assumed was so pefect, turns out to be the complete oppisite.
Oh Amanda....
Sweet, sweet Amanda what have you done?
