"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"It's not what the world holds for you, it is what you bring to it." -Anne with an E ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
Blake rubbed the dry crusted mascara out as she rubbed her eyes. She sat up and sniffed her armpit before scowling. She got up from her bed and stepped over the objects that littered her floor. Luckily her uncles didn't care what she did to her bedroom, it was her domain. In the bathroom she turned on the shower and grabbed her toothbrush. She shoved it in her mouth before stepping into the steaming shower.
"Are you gonna be long?" Tom called through the door.
Blake frowned, deciphering the words. She spat out the toothpaste residue. "Give me 10." she didn't hear her uncle's answer as she finished brushing her teeth. She wrung out her dead hair before stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. Still wrapped in her towel, Blake trailed out of the bathroom. "Bathroom's free!" she called out before stepping into her bedroom once more.
She finished drying herself off before she started to get dressed for the last day of school before spring break. The looming dread of the prep rally did not help her spirits. With a guttural groan, Blake put on some jeans, which she folded over, she finished the outfit with a black t-shirt and combat boots. She put on some clumpy mascara and smudged her new layer of eyeliner.
It was getting late and she rushed out of her room, bag dangling from one shoulder. "Bye guys, I'll be home late!" she stuffed the apple in her mouth as she beelined for their front door.
"Have a good day," Hank called out from their table, where he was reading the newspaper.
Instead of walking to her car, she crossed the small patch of grass between her trailer and the Mayfield trailer. After Billy died, Max's parents' divorced quickly. The two Mayfields had promptly moved into a trailer at the trailer park. Most days Max would ride along with Blake, and otherwise she'd take the school bus.
"Max!" Blake called out as she approached the front door. "Time to go kid."
Within a blink the front door swung open to reveal Max. The young girl grew ever frailer and tired. Blake had heard Max's mother one too many times and understood why Max appeared snuffed out. Too many liquor bottles filled the Mayfield trash bags. "I'm here," Max sighed, pushing past Blake to the elder teen's car.
"Good morning to you too," Blake mumbled as she too walked to her car. She opened the vehicle and both redheads plopped down in their seats. "Watcha listening to?" Blake asked as she drove out of the trailer park. She threw the core of her apple out of the window and wiped her hand on her jeans.
