MOMENT OF TRUTH¹ eli moskowitz

age degenerate

Amara Winchester was a smart young girl, who never thought of getting into trouble. She always tried her best to stay out of fights. She has grown up in the Valley all of her life. First with her mother, Emma Lowery and then she moved in with her father, Jeremy Winchester. Amara looked absolutely nothing like her parents. Her mother was a ginger with blue eyes, her dad was a brunette with brown eyes, but here was Amara, a dark dirty blonde with green eyes. She always wondered why she didn't look anything like her parents but her mom always told her she was biologically theirs.

The girl had walked outside of her apartment and made her way over to the mailbox. She had been waiting for her package to be delivered for months. She saw a boy standing over there, going through mail of his own. She didn't recognize him. She walked over to him curiously. "Hey." She greeted.

The boy looked over at the light brunette and smiled. "Hi. Uh, my name's Miguel." He introduced. "Me and my family just moved into 109."

"Amara. And my family lives in 106." She opened up the mailbox and saw her package there. "Finally." She pulled the bag out of the mailbox.

"Hey, can I, uh, ask you something?" Miguel asked her. Amara looked over at the boy with confusion.

"Sure."

"Are you guys having issues with your water pressure?"

"Uh, I'm not sure." Amara answered him. "I haven't noticed anything. Definitely ask around and if they aren't, I would call a plumber."

"Okay, thanks." Amara heard a door shut and she turned her head over to see Johnny coming out of his apartment with a toolbox and a bag of trash. "I wonder if he's having problems."

"I wouldn't do that." Amara warned him.

"Why not?" Miguel asked. He turned back around and began to approach Johnny.

"Miguel, no." Amara called, but he kept walking. "Damn it."

"Hey, I'm Miguel." He introduced to Johnny. "My family and I just moved into 109."

"Great. More immigrants." Johnny continued to walk as Miguel continued to follow him over to the dumpster.

"Actually, we're from Riverside. But anyways, I was just wondering if you were having trouble with your water pressure, 'cause I know our sink's being a little weird right now and..." Miguel watched as Johnny dumped his beer bottles into the dumpster. "Oh, bottles go in the blue bins."

He slammed the dumpster shut. "Listen, Menudo, I've lived in this shithole for over ten years. The pipe's don't work. The fountain's full of piss. The only good thing about being here is that I don't have to talk to anybody. So, nice knowing you." Johnny picked up his tool box and put it in his car.

"Ok, well..." Miguel said, sounding defeated, "have a nice day..." Johnny slammed the car door and drove off, "i guess."

Amara walked over to Miguel. "I tried to warn you."

"You told me to ask around."

"Yeah, but not him." Amara told Miguel. "That's Johnny Lawrence. He's a pure drunk. He promised my father he would fix our bathroom door. He came back after he had gone to the hardware store four hours later, completely wasted."

"Oh." Miguel said he had looked down at the ground.

Amara smiled and placed her hand on Miguel's shoulders. "Hey, you gotta learn sometime now or later." She began to walk inside her apartment with her package.

"Did you get it?" Amara's father asked from a different room.

"Yeah." Amara answered. She opened her package and saw the backpack. She pulled it out of the packaging and looked at it. A Lavender Champion bag, just like she ordered. "We have new neighbors in 109. I talked to their son. He seemed really nice."