Don’t Try To Get Inside My Head
Chapter 1
Kathley woke up in the bed of the hotel room she had spent the night in with a random guy who hooked up with her. She sat up, her head throbbing terribly, that was the down side of parting late at night, drinking and nights in motel rooms with odd men. She looked over to her side, of course, and empty bed, looking around the room she found it empty as well. She put her clothes back one and tried to fix herself up a little. She fixed her long brown hair up and added some make-up to her face then left the room in it’s terrible state.
She walked into her apartment a few hours later after taking the bus. “Hey Becka, you here?” She asked as she closed the door behind her. The clicking of her high heels echoed as she walked into the living room. “Becka?” She said looking around the corner to see her sitting on the arm of the couch, looking out the window as she smoked a cigarette. Becka was Kathley’s best friend, she was 16 years old, had long black hair, was skinny, not so tall and had many piercings. The two girls ran away from their homes together and bought an apartment with the money they made. “There you are.” Kathley said as walked to the closet.
“Rough night?” Becka asked as she got up, butting out her smoke. Kathley nodded lightly, her head thumping. “So, how much this time?” Becka asked.
“Well, not to much… 150$, but it was a pretty fancy hotel room.” Kathley sighed as she went to get a glass of Vodka. “You want some?” She asked, pouring some in one glass. “Yeah, sure.” Becka replied, taking a clipping off the fridge. Kathley took out an other glass and poured some of the strong, clear liquid into it before handing it to her friend. It was their life, a terrible one, but they survived. Two teenagers, one 16 the other 18, both living together off of the money they made from their jobs working in night clubs as pole dancers or strippers and sometimes they’d get paid for a little for a night. “But I also got an other 100 from work, you?” She added, sipping down the acrid liquid as is stung lightly in her throat.
“Well, I got 210, but no over night stuff.” Becka replied, still looking at the clipping in her hand. “Why do we keep these dumb school clippings anyways?” She asked, placing it back on the fridge door.
“So we can appear very intellectual if the landlord comes. He thinks we’re still in school.” Kathley replied, giving a laugh. “What a buffoon! As if we’d still be in school!” They both laughed about it, sipping their drinks, sitting on the kitchen counters, reminiscing on things they did at school.
Chapter by: Kary
