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E L L E, We are the Walking Dead
(last edited Apr 14, 2017 06:18AM)
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Jazz was halfway through a cigarette when a car door slammed several floors below and her brother came skulking into view. She cursed, hastily stamped the cigarette out on the ledge and slid off the window frame, waving her arms around in a last ditch attempt to get the stench of smoke out of the room she shared with her sister. Grabbing a can of deodorant off the dressing table she sprayed the air above her head, and lunged for the shoebox of stolen watches - dumping them in the back of the closet. The shoebox was part of a relatively new collection, a few she’d pinched out of the lockers in the boys changing room that day and a couple of others she’d taken off commuters on the metro the weekend before. All that mattered was that Jos didn’t find out about them, he’d throw a fit if he knew she was stealing again, and that she was smoking and probably the fact that she’d ditched school after third period…
Jazz swallowed tightly, sniffed the air once again and tossed the deodorant can into the corner of the room. Her homework from the week before was in a screwed up pile at the bottom of her bed, and she gathered it up in her arms as she heard the back door open and the heavy footsteps on the lino in the hallway. Masking her face with the most innocent expression she could manage, Jasmine flitted into the kitchen and set her papers down on the work surface. “Oh hey Jos,” she said, as if she hadn’t heard him come in, “How was work?”