tyler lorena, district 3 (cb1)
Nov 9, 2017 17:52:47 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Nov 9, 2017 17:52:47 GMT -5
There was a patch of her eyebrow that had stopped growing back.
Her fingerprints were nonexistent, and her left pinky ended in a stump after her second knuckle. She'd gotten into quite a bit of trouble for that particular stunt. Her parents had been outraged. We're taking your chemistry sets for good this time! We mean it, Tyler! Tommy would say she should call it quits before she made herself really ugly, but Tyler would always just smile. It didn't matter what her parents or Tommy said, because the chemicals were an addiction and she had no plans of giving them up anytime soon.
Besides, the income was too good. They weren't poor. Her parents had always made enough to stay afloat. But the extra pocket money gave her a taste of freedom and even a sense of pride. She sold all kinds of concoctions, from perfectly legal rat poison to slightly illegal smoke bombs. She didn't ask questions and her buyers liked a girl who could keep her mouth shut. What her parents and Tommy didn't know wouldn't kill them.
Besides, the chemicals were a challenge. School was a bore for Tyler. She had friends who got her through the day, but the work itself was easy and mundane. They were training them to work in factories, and Tyler had no intention of moving into the profession. Where her parents saw trouble in chemistry, she saw a glimmer of hope.
She wanted excitement, and in a world of chemicals and explosions, she'd finally found some.
Her fingerprints were nonexistent, and her left pinky ended in a stump after her second knuckle. She'd gotten into quite a bit of trouble for that particular stunt. Her parents had been outraged. We're taking your chemistry sets for good this time! We mean it, Tyler! Tommy would say she should call it quits before she made herself really ugly, but Tyler would always just smile. It didn't matter what her parents or Tommy said, because the chemicals were an addiction and she had no plans of giving them up anytime soon.
Besides, the income was too good. They weren't poor. Her parents had always made enough to stay afloat. But the extra pocket money gave her a taste of freedom and even a sense of pride. She sold all kinds of concoctions, from perfectly legal rat poison to slightly illegal smoke bombs. She didn't ask questions and her buyers liked a girl who could keep her mouth shut. What her parents and Tommy didn't know wouldn't kill them.
Besides, the chemicals were a challenge. School was a bore for Tyler. She had friends who got her through the day, but the work itself was easy and mundane. They were training them to work in factories, and Tyler had no intention of moving into the profession. Where her parents saw trouble in chemistry, she saw a glimmer of hope.
She wanted excitement, and in a world of chemicals and explosions, she'd finally found some.
