Andrea sat on the curb, sitting with her new friends. After she had dropped out of school, she figured her life was going good. Get up, visit her friends, smoke a couple joints, get a burger down the street, and maybe even rob the convenience store next door.
"Hey, Andy?" she had adopted the nickname from her buddies.
"Yeah, Ray?" she replied.
"Here," he threw her a joint.
"Thanks," she lit it and smiled.
"Yvonne, what are we gonna do today?" Ray asked Yvonne.
"I'm broke, why don't we rob the store today?" she suggested.
"Yeah. You in, Andrea?" Ray asked.
Andrea looked up, "Not if you call me that."
"Fine, Andy, be fucking moody," they both got up and headed to the store. Andrea sat there, smoking her joint, thinking how horrible her life was at the foster home. She did everything she was asked to do and she still got kicked out. She would teach Mrs. Polinski she wasn't worthless.
She got up and looked at the house a block away, her fury bubbling over, she wanted to storm into that house and kill that bitch she called Mrs. Polinski dead.