Post by myles rumour frost on May 29, 2011 11:08:55 GMT -5
[/justify]i guess he’s an xbox and i’m more an atari
but the way you play your game ain’t fair
Myles perhaps wasn’t the most sensible of people. Perhaps it was the stress of not having a full time job to pay the bills. It was a small mercy that her parents had owned their house outright. At least she didn’t have to keep up with the rent too. However, it was still hard, and the minimum wage she was paid for the few hours she worked at the petshop barely even made a dent in the payments. She couldn’t get into the red, because that would draw attention to her, and then she’d have to explain how and why she had been living alone for two years. This, in turn, may mean that she would be put into care, although she was mere months from turning eighteen.
It was a good job, really, that she had a hobby that supplemented her income. It could be summed up in one word. Drugs. Well, that was the main one anyway. She had a solid client base, even in the small town of Casper, and she made a substantial amount of money, especially around exam time. This was never banked, but instead squirrelled away in various places in her house, and the payments were always made in cash to whoever asked for them. They hadn’t questioned the deviation from the credit card payment, but as long as they were getting paid, Myles figured, they didn’t care how. Cash spent just as well as electronic transfer, in the end.
The senselessness, however, came in when she decided to plug her business in school. Yeah, it was mostly college students or people trying to be cool that wanted her supplies, but there could be the odd person that would want it outside of peak times. Selling normally, she would keep things in her socks, shoes, pockets, hair, and handbag. She would also secrete things in hiding places around Casper, most of which were still safe. All of it would be bagged in a single plastic Ziploc baggie. At school, however, depending on the substance, it was double or triple bagged.
Wandering around as if she had no purpose, Myles wasn’t worried at all. Her heart rate was perfectly normal, and she didn’t feel any kind of anxiety about getting caught. After all, who was going to rat her out? The only people that knew needed her for their fixes. Plus, it wasn’t as if she had anything really bad on her. Just a small amount of heroin, and a quarter ounce of weed (double bagged, of course). Plus, she wouldn’t have the heroin for long if her customer decided to turn up. She turned around and fiddled with the combination lock on her locker, turning it slowly to waste time. It was after hours, and everyone had either gone home or to a club. They were all in classrooms doing something unbelievably dumb, and she was stood in the corridor as if that was perfectly normal. She fumbled through the mismatched and sometimes extremely random objects as if she had lost something.
Shoving a random thing into her bag, Myles tutted, slammed her locker door, and glared at the clock, as if it was the appliance that was causing all the trouble. It was quarter past four. Myles wasn’t going to wait much longer. She could live without the twenty dollars she was getting from this exchange. Hell, she could triple that from taking a walk for an hour. Five minutes. Five minutes, and then she was leaving.
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