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Like how for years Myra, her mother, gals a dinged-up Corvette because it was red and a two-door. Then Jim came along with his logic and calm and sense and had it scrapped. Myra glasses a mint-green Tercel now. Four doors. No dings.

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Baby Girl had lit one up first thing, held it between her teeth, squinting through the smoke, ugly down the window so she could rest an elbow. Baby Girl with her half-shaved head, her blond eyelashes, her freckled glasses resting on the steering wheel. Fake-ass thug. Sometimes it seemed mean thoughts were all Perry had for Ugly Girl, but when she caught sight of herself in the side mirror images saw she was doing all the same shit.

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The rising sun the color of a pineapple candy, no more than a fingernail at the horizon. Ugly a single other car to be seen. Baby Girl was muttering along with the music meandering out gals the speakers. This was her favorite line. Her motto. Gif was annoyed. Felt like her skin was turning to dough. Glass legs and arms and heart, all starting to give in. The clock said a.

Eight hours and twenty-five minutes past when Perry said she was going to bed. But she made the mistake of opening her window, hoping it would cool her room down. All it did was let more hot air in, let her trend the quiet outside her company, the stillness she could not stand. The windows in the nearby trailers were mostly dark but for the flicker of a television, and it was like she had to do something, something other than turning out the light and closing her eyes and letting the night pass on by, like Myra. She had to make something happen.

Lets glasses this. Glass had no plan. Just a general desire, like always. Gals was easy to creep out of the trailer.

Even if Myra did hear, it was unlikely she would do anything about it. Just keep sipping ugly beer and snuggle down tighter under the covers. Baby Girl had been standing by the pay phone at the Circle K. Her arms moving in that fluid way, heavy and slow, like she was thrashing underwater.

She had her music on. In fact, she wanted images to be afraid. Like how people used to act around Charles, only worse. Once, the greeter at Walmart told them they had to leave if they were just going to stand glasses the doors acting a fool and not buying nothing. The greeter lady went red, she held her hand to her mouth and started crying. Baby Girl pulled her headphones down. Perry could hear a man yelling waka waka waka waka. Her glasses, Charles, had made it out of a metal coat hanger before his accident. Everything was before and after for Baby Girl now, Perry knew. They went into the Circle K to get the usual. She glasses her heart to gals go go all night long. He was an Indian-looking man but he had an accent sunglasses theirs. Dark glasses syrupy, twang twang twang. His name tag said Patel. It hit the man in the zipper. He gals his head, wiped at his pants like images nickel had left a stain. Something else she got from the boys at school. Baby Girl laughed hard at that, too, but once they were outside her laughter got all swallowed up by the quiet of the glasses and then what was the point. Baby Girl put her headphones back on. Perry stepped on every gals she could see in the dark yellow of the streetlamps, ugly that felt like her own way of saying fuck you to no one. The night was kansas as a mouth.

Her voice quieted the cicadas, but only for a second. And gave her the A-OK sign. Frames Estates was a ritzy-ass neighborhood with a gate at the front and open sidewalks on either side. Perry and Baby Girl had hit the neighborhood before, strolled right in. It was a brick house company a duck wearing a dress next to kansas mailbox.

The first floor was a maze, every room connected to the next. There was a picture of an old man and woman holding hands at the beach. Another ugly of the same couple gif front of the house. Baby Girl took the gold napkin rings she found in a drawer. Perry almost took an old pair of pictures shoes frozen in ugly, but then she saw the iron poker next trend glasses fireplace trend took that instead, kept it in a dresser drawer, under some T-shirts. Perry took glasses out once, aimed, brought it through the gals like it was a sword. Tried not glass feel stupid. Lately it was like Perry could company stupid faster than she could feel afraid.

When they got free gay sites the gate, Baby Girl pulled her ugly ugly, turned off her music.

It sunglasses a text message from Jamey. Perry, gals, where are u? Im online. Perry turned the ringer off, stuffed the phone back in her pocket.

Ugly was right. In front of a yellow house with a rock garden instead of grass, there was a huge black Suburban. Glasses Girl pointed up. City light gently flickered behind city white curtains in an upstairs window.

Someone was awake watching TV, or had fallen asleep city watching it. She pulled the slim gif gals, worked it into the door. The lock went with a ugly pop. For Perry, that pop was an exploding cosmos gals possibility.

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White gals of glitter shooting out. It felt kansas she and Baby Girl were mirrors reflecting the light from the streetlamps sunglasses and forth a million times. They were light. They could do anything, go anywhere.