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know Katie doesn’t pay attention to anybody unless it is her own boney butt . I try to think about everything I know about Katie, she moved here in the ninth grade; her southern accent is a total fake. She is in the student council or some shit like that. I really don’t know, I don’t vote for that crap, I tend to not give a shit about school activities that promote school spirit. She is in most of Dylan’s classes except gym because she has that with me. So she is a super nerd, but she is popular, not with the jocks and cheerleaders, but the preps, she is like their queen. She is a complete control freak, she matches everything in boring bland colors, she thinks navy and light pink are her colors, I would love to see here decked out in black once. Oh yeah, she uses her free period to make out with Tyler under the bleaches, but she never lets him get past second base, because she doesn’t want to ruin her good girl reputation. And she looks at me like I am the gum stuck to the bottom of her patent leather loafers. But if that is what Dylan wants I can get her for him. I don’t really care whatever floats his boat as long as I pass Math because there is no way in hell I am spending another year stuck in this poop stick of a town. No I will just leave before that happens and it would be nice to leave with a high school diploma.
    As soon as I graduate I am taking Everett so we can run from our history. I am going to run so far and fast it is not going to have a chance to catch us. I want Everett to have a better life. Not one that is filled with sadness and darkness like it is now. I want Everett to see the ocean, to touch it; we have seen the ocean before. We are going to get ourselves a little cottage by the ocean so we can go to sleep to the roar of it, a reminder of what we came from and never returning to. Who knows, once we get settled maybe I will take some college classes at a local community college.
    The sound of glass breaking shuts off my internal babble. “Everett, do not move!” I shout. I step out of the tub and wrap a brown towel around me. I tip toe out of the bathroom careful not to step on any glass that might be broken. Everett is so silent sometimes you don’t hear him make a move. He is like a mouse. Once last year when Momma was supposed to be watching him, I guess she drank too much or took one too many muscle relaxers, because when I got home she was passed out in the bathroom floor and Everett was clear cross town. He was walking to the twisty treat; it scared the hell out of me and I vowed never to leave him alone with her again if I could help it.
    “Everett,” I call as I walk toward the kitchen. I should have made him something to eat before taking a shower that was stupid. I enter the kitchen but Everett is not in there instead it is my mother, standing in the midst of a pile of brown broken glass.
    Golden liquid spreads across the broken laminate tile, “Oh baby doll,” my mother slurs, her eyes are rimmed in red as if she had been crying. I know better. She starts to cross the maze of broken glass in her bare feet. I cringe not wanting her to hurt herself, “Momma be careful.” I reach out to stop her, but she gets to me unharmed and wraps her thin arms around me. She is a head shorter than me; her dark hair pulled up in a high pony tail. She still wears last night’s uniform, black hot pants and purple push bra with sequins. She smells of smoke and liquor. When I was younger I would breathe that smell in, imagining she was a warrior queen who just came home from battling a dragon. How easy it is to twist your world when you are a child. Reality is like a cold splash of water. There are no fairy tales or happy endings in my story, no prince charming riding in to rescue me. No my reality is a harsh, cold one.
    “I am just making some breakfast for Ronnie.” My mother points to the chair her boss sits at. He flicks his ashes into a cup that still holds some of the golden liquid.