Callie Brennan
Callie sat in the passenger seat of her best friend's pickup truck. As usual, she'd ditched school. It was her senior year, and she didn't think she was really going to go anywhere in life anyway, so why would high school even matter? As for future plans, she had this idea she'd just join a strip club. She was attractive, flexible, and in her opinion a sexy dancer, so she could probably pull it off. Now to other families and girls, usually they had friends, parents, or anyone who might care enough to talk her out of that. But no, Callie had no one like that for her. Her friend that sat beside her now was as careless as she, and her sister unable to comprehend the meaning of care and affection. Callie and her sister had a weird relationship. Callie did love her sister, but their parents somewhat neglected them, and neither are very affectionate. Callie grew up with friends and people she was close to, which made her understand and feel the meanings of care, loss, love, and hate. Her sister on the other hand was much more shy, and spent most of her days reading or studying. Callie hopes that one day she'll move out, run away even, and take her sister with her. That way her parents can't hurt her emotionally, and she would always have someone to look out for her.
Her fingers were wrapped around a lit cigarette, some of the ashes dropping on the car floor from the bumps of the road. She lifted the cigarette to her painted lips and took a long drag as she tried to listen to her best friend over the radio's sounds. Callies's eyes rolled over to her friend's direction, a small smile tugged on her red lips as she blew out the cloud of smoke into the atmosphere of the truck. She reached over, lowering the volume, and glanced back to her friend. Her friend turned her head towards her as they stopped at a red light. "Hey," she said in a stern voice, and a frown upon her face. "Smoking is really bad for you. You should quit." Callie looked at her friend, raising an eyebrow. Her friend's lips then spread into a smile, and she let out a laugh as the truck lurched forward, rolling into motion again. Callie let out a giggle, and took another drag. This time she let the smoke fill up some of the car.
They were passing a less busy part of the city, when out of an alleyway a somewhat pale boy with dark black hair emerged. Sarah, her friend, suddenly swerved into a parking place, about 5 feet from running him over. "I know this guy, he sells." Callie put out her cigarette on the dashboard, rubbing the end of it until it went out. Sarah had already gotten out and slammed the door, and walked around to get his attention. Callie came out after, shutting the door and walking over to the two. It was Chad, Callie knew him from support group. Obviously she wasn't going to tell Sarah that, since she already assumed they were complete strangers.
"Chad, this is Callie, my friend." Sarah said, introducing the two. "We're interested in buying some Diesel.." Which meant heroin. Personally it wasn't Callie's favorite, but it was one of Sarah's. Where they were was a shadier place, and it pretty much looked deserted. It was a place the cops pretty much never were, and few people passed.