"We're close." She says. I look up at the tied shoes on a bunch of tangled wires. My eyes trailed to a flimsy looking house with open, but dim lights. Kyla knocks four times, and the door opens almost immediately. We both hurriedly run in. I can feel that the guy, who opened the door, is looking at me.
"Who's she?" The guy has a really deep voice for his size. "Greenie. Lian." Kyla takes her bandana off, I do the same. I shake the bag and look at him dead straight in the eyes. "About time. Sit." I sit on a dilapidated velvet couch. "How much did you bring?" I honestly don't know. I threw the bag to him instead. "Ten grams of the low-grade crack? That's it?"
"She's new alright? Do you want her to get caught on her first day? Besides, I have the better stuff."
"Cool."
"Oh yeah, that's about 67k."
They both start to talk about things that are familliar to them, but not to me. I try to avoid the conversation. I stare at a lucky cat's moving hand, until Kyla decides to leave. I stand up and walk out the door, and she follows. "How was it?" I put my hoodie up, tucking some of my short, dark hair in. "Okay, I guess? At least I didn't die."
"Don't worry, Ron is the least intimidating person I've met."
"You're exaggerating."
"Whatever, I made my point."
We stay silent for a few minutes, then she laughs. "Did you see how short he is?"
Even if we're dealing crack, I actually feel like something actually cracked. Kyla. My old image of her being this distant figure just cracked. Wow, I sound so cliché.
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They Are Stars
Short Story(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
