Keira became a walking corpse. Her full face grew skinnier than before, and her freckles were absent. Her face was as pale as a bust in a museum, but blue and veiny around her eyes. Her mouth constantly remained open, for she was unable to breathe from her nose. She had started to talk to herself, and she told herself all the time: “it'll all be over soon. It's just gonna be you and me.” We had always questioned it, but never did anything about it. Her eyes sank farther into her head, and her body shook, after just a few years in the underground substance business, if you know what I mean. Keira was schizophrenic, kind of obviously. She heard voices and insisted that she was the leader of the Core Four. I was never sure why she was
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Led by the legendary Mack Queens, we dominated. Millions of bucks poured in daily. My job is a job that I know my mother would hate, but I bring in the good dough. The Core Four is the most successful business in the subways of New York City. We were just another group in the abandoned subway station, A6. We slept, we ate, we sold; all in that little station. The walls and floors were solid cement, converted in small pebbles from the old train tracks. The lights were shut off by the city, so we covered the floors with lanterns of all different sizes. The tunnel of the train was completely open, but we never worried about outsiders coming in. Other businesses knew not to mess with Mack. There were spiderwebs in every corner, and the tunnels were infested with rats. Rat, one of the quieter members, got his name from being bitten by those pests the first day he joined. Although the station was dark, dirty and cold, that station was home.
“I-I really don't think that we should have a break. We need to work, work, work,” Keira said, snapping her frail fingers. She then shoved them into her mouth, and gnawed on her yellow nails. Jamie stared at her in concern. “This has been a good week, it’s Sunday; let's just take a day off. I mean, I'll stay here ‘n keepselling, but you all can skedaddle,” Mack uttered, plopping into his chair. He spun his officer chair, and scooted toward his desk. The cement screeched against the plastic wheels. Keira trudged over to him, as he leaned back and rested his
Led by the legendary Mack Queens, we dominated. Millions of bucks poured in daily. My job is a job that I know my mother would hate, but I bring in the good dough. The Core Four is the most successful business in the subways of New York City. We were just another group in the abandoned subway station, A6. We slept, we ate, we sold; all in that little station. The walls and floors were solid cement, converted in small pebbles from the old train tracks. The lights were shut off by the city, so we covered the floors with lanterns of all different sizes. The tunnel of the train was completely open, but we never worried about outsiders coming in. Other businesses knew not to mess with Mack. There were spiderwebs in every corner, and the tunnels were infested with rats. Rat, one of the quieter members, got his name from being bitten by those pests the first day he joined. Although the station was dark, dirty and cold, that station was home.
“I-I really don't think that we should have a break. We need to work, work, work,” Keira said, snapping her frail fingers. She then shoved them into her mouth, and gnawed on her yellow nails. Jamie stared at her in concern. “This has been a good week, it’s Sunday; let's just take a day off. I mean, I'll stay here ‘n keepselling, but you all can skedaddle,” Mack uttered, plopping into his chair. He spun his officer chair, and scooted toward his desk. The cement screeched against the plastic wheels. Keira trudged over to him, as he leaned back and rested his