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Atom Blaster
All the kids were doing it now, it was the latest "high", the thing that gave them a buzz and brought about a kind of indefinable thrill. Each experience was intense, but different from before. They were saying on the media it was addictive, and in truth it probably was; but not for the reasons most thought of. Not so much the negative implications of ill health or life risking. No, it was dangerous, they were right on that, but it was life CHANGING. Only those who had actually experienced it knew why, until you tried it you couldn't possibly guess. They called it "Atom Blaster". Funny how every street drug had a name, got itself a reputation. And this one certainly had that, it gave you a real "trip" they said with none of the physical affects of other drugs....but they didn't speak about the mental implications. It was dangerous. It was thrilling. It wasn't cheap.
Maria was a fifteen-year-old Latina girl. She knew from her many cousins and siblings what it meant to have friends with bad reputations. You were branded and categorised not according to your own self and actions, but by those of your friends and who you hung out. Her friends were badass. Her parents totally disapproved of them, which only made her like them more. But she was a young woman, and the guys were horny teens who saw a pretty girl with a reckless streak. They figured she was a risk-taker, a doe-er, not adverse to fun and trying new things. So when she was offered some Atom-Blaster" how could she say "NO" without ruining her street cred? She'd spent two years slowly building up this image of having an edge, of being tough for hanging with the right emo crowd. It wasn't really her, but it was who she wanted to project she was. So when they offered it, she agreed.
"Maria, come hang. We got some A.B. from Jakey's bro who works down at the morgue. They pulled this stash from some dead guys socks."
Maria tried not to pull a face but her black lips pursed and she screwed up her lovely green eyes.
"Ewww gross, I hope it was in a plastic bag or something. "
The guy smiled, he'd heard the story, the real tale direct from the bro himself and it wasn't from the dudes socks.,but that sounded better..well more sanitary anyway. Raynard had been trying to...
Maria was a fifteen-year-old Latina girl. She knew from her many cousins and siblings what it meant to have friends with bad reputations. You were branded and categorised not according to your own self and actions, but by those of your friends and who you hung out. Her friends were badass. Her parents totally disapproved of them, which only made her like them more. But she was a young woman, and the guys were horny teens who saw a pretty girl with a reckless streak. They figured she was a risk-taker, a doe-er, not adverse to fun and trying new things. So when she was offered some Atom-Blaster" how could she say "NO" without ruining her street cred? She'd spent two years slowly building up this image of having an edge, of being tough for hanging with the right emo crowd. It wasn't really her, but it was who she wanted to project she was. So when they offered it, she agreed.
"Maria, come hang. We got some A.B. from Jakey's bro who works down at the morgue. They pulled this stash from some dead guys socks."
Maria tried not to pull a face but her black lips pursed and she screwed up her lovely green eyes.
"Ewww gross, I hope it was in a plastic bag or something. "
The guy smiled, he'd heard the story, the real tale direct from the bro himself and it wasn't from the dudes socks.,but that sounded better..well more sanitary anyway. Raynard had been trying to...
