The South Side

Graduation sure snuck up quickly. I wish I could say I would miss school, but I know I won't. It was hell for me, every single second.I stared at myself in the mirror for far too long trying to see if I looked any different. Felt any different even. I still looked the same. Graduating school had not developed me an ounce. I feel as I did yesterday and the day before that. They always tell you that things will be different once you are done with high school, but they're wrong. Which I guess is a good thing since change makes me nervous. I need a routine, and that is the biggest flaw in graduation; you move forward. I wasn't the  smartest in school, and I wasn't the most popular, but is anyone? The person you are in high school is such a facade. You only show people a part of you: some people you'll see again, and some you won't. And, I'm perfectly fine with it.

The upstairs of this club was filled with smoke, and it burned my eyes. There was a slight aroma of weed, and the floor seemed to be somewhat wet. My shoes were sticking to the surface. I don't even want to know what made this floor so damn sticky. Disgusting myself, I shuddered."Are we sitting right here?" I asked, hoping she would say 'no.' My eyes couldn't take the burning sensation. Or the thought in the back of my head that bodily fluids are what made the floor sticky."No way, we're going to the back." Thank god. We walked through a curtain and inside this warehouse there was another club. This side was much nicer. There wasn't anyone bumping into me, and it didn't smell. The bar sat in the middle of the open floor. I wanted to sit down so badly. My feet were killing me already in these heals. There weren't any strobe lights either, thankfully. My eyes wouldn't be a

"What the fuck are you involved in?" I whispered and climbed out of the closet. Kicking shoes, and random articles of clothing out with me.I was beyond angry, and I didn't know how to process it. It might have been years, but this is someone I thought I knew. As a kid, he’d gotten into trouble, but this now was more than trouble. This was criminal. This was dangerous. At the same time, I wasn't sure what I expected. People change. Some for the better and some for the worst. I'm guessing he was the latter."None of this was supposed to happen tonight. This was us brokering a business deal." He ran a hand through his dark hair and held a blank expression. He started collecting the papers that the man from before flung across the room. He had his back turned to me. His muscles tense."Are you in a gang?" I muttered. I'm not sur

He's a murderer.I couldn't shake those words from my head. But, again what did I expect? He's in a gang for Christ sake. I watched Josh kill someone, why wouldn't Ash? It's has been a week, and I haven't heard from him. He had my number, and he knew where I lived."Aid, can you do the register today?" Kayla asked, snapping me out of thoughts. Kayla was the bubbly brunette that I happened to work with. She was very friendly, and inviting; almost a little too friendly.Mario's was a small, and cozy diner. It had a 1950's feel to it. My boss did say that his grandparents bought the place, and it's been in his family ever since. My boss was rarely here, and when he was, he would sit in the back room by himself. Which is nice; it gives us leeway to do whatever we want."Yeah, no problem," I gru

I must say Rory has been sober all week. I'm genuinely surprised, and very proud of her. She's been running every day. She also told me she was going to start gardening. I made fun of her and told her she was turning into an old lady. I stepped outside and noticed all the flowers Rory had bought already. I smiled and started walking over to see the asshole next door. I hadn't seen much of him this week since my work schedule was so packed. I guess it was time to catch up. Ash was sitting on the porch; which didn't make sense since he was on house arrest."I'm surprised that bracelet didn't go off yet." I smiled and walked up the porch steps."I'm allowed to the very end of the porch. I've tested it." He grinned and shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth. I heard the sound of tires squeali