Literature
My Punk Girl Ch. 3
Walking down our street at night is like walking into a dark alley with hobos and perverts
everywhere. I hate doing it, but it's the only way to get to my house. I walked up our front steps and
opened the door, the house was really dark, where could mom be? She gets home at 7 o'clock every
night, it was now 8:32, maybe she got held up at work or something. I went into my room and threw
open my laptop and went on AIM, hopefully Shadow was on...I clicked to see who was online and
there it was, his username with the green circle next to it. YES! I opened up the webcam chat wit