chillin' like a villain (OPEN TO MULTIPLE PEOPLE)

[harlow]

It was another year at Kayson for Salem, her junior year to be exact, and right now, she was on her way to the junkyard, one of her favorite places to relax on a Saturday. Her black headphones were fit snugly in her ear, and were connected to her purple iPod, currently blaring Lollipop by Framing Hanley. It was the best remake of a hip-hop song ever, in her opinion. She was singing the words softly in her near-perfect voice. Glancing ahead, she could see that she was fast approaching the junkyard, and that foreign twinkle appeared in her eyes. 'My home away from home.' Of course, when she referred to her home, she wasn't actually referring to the one where her parents lived in back in London, but Kayson instead. This was her third year living here, and she wasn't complaining. There were kids here who understood her, as well as the adults, but she's never admit that out loud.

The junkyard was unusually quiet, but then again, it was quite early, so she didn't really expect to see anyone else here quite yet. She wasted no time in making a beeline for the utmost core of the junkyard. They were a bunch of old, beat-up cars that had to have looked gorgeous when they were in their prime. Searching the lot for her favorite one, she spotted it, in the same place as always. Luckily it had been dry these past few months, so she didn't have to worry about having water seep into her clothes. This particular car was a peeling black, and happened to be a vintage BMW. As a matter of fact, it also had her name on it, literally. Freshman year, she had spray-painted her name in white on various places of the car, staking her claim. While she allowed others to sit in it, when she was there, they all knew she preferred to be in it by herself, unless she mentioned otherwise, lest they provoke her fiery temper.

Removing each of her arms from the straps of her backpack, she set it carefully atop the car. Opening, she removed her pillow, blanket, and an unopened new book. She leaned the pillow against the door across from her in the back seat. Then, she placed her back in as well, followed by her book, blanket, and self. Carefully, she closed all the doors of the car, except for the one across from her. She knew she was safe here, and didn't have to worry about being jumped, robbed, or any other gruesome action. Covering her body with the blanket, she reached into her bag to pull out a large bag of hot cheetohs, and a bottle of cream soda wrapped in foil to keep it cold. Finally content, she began to read, munch, and drink.

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TAG[/size][/color] The Junkyard
WORDS[/size][/color] 472
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[jessica love caper]

jessica love caper walked aimlessly around the junkyard. she had been able to arrange a meeting with someone who could get her some weed. she was happy that the teachers trusted their students enough to let them out of the school. she just hoped that she wouldn’t meet anyone here at this time. it was really early on a Saturday morning. she had gotten up really early to leave the school and come here. she had to be quick with her stashing it. she smiled when she saw her favorite place. an old truck that was once a baby blue color but looked grey now. she had found it her first year here. she was a junior here now, and she didn’t much mind.

she considered the academy a home. Someplace she had been able to escape from her past. but she couldn’t run for long. and that’s why she had managed to get a hold of a dealer. her dealer actually. he got it to her cheap. she could get a 50 sack for 20. she couldn’t believe how good a deal he would get her. it didn’t hurt that she and him were like best friends, though she would never admit that. or tell anyone his name. she kept him safe that way. when she had first gone to court they asked who supplied the stuff for her and she lied. she got some other kid in trouble. it wasn’t like she had planned on this kid, but the person who took the fall deserved it.

the kid would always talk about him being a dealer of drugs. and caper took it upon herself to get things done. she cared for her dealer like a brother. and her dealer cared for her like a sister. she heard someone walking by and popped her head out of the trucks smashed in back window. she saw a blonde girl walk over to a car that was painted on. “hey,” caper called, looking at the girl, “i think that car is taken by someone.” she recognized the girl from kayson. she couldn’t believe it. other people came here too. she knew it was a popular hangout, but damn. She was hoping for some privacy today. she pulled her head back in and continued rolling a joint. happy to have something to help her hide her pain.

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