kindergarten · black market · wheelchair user · drug dealer · orange hair · glasses · street smarts · trauma · entrepreneurial · school setting
*The recess sun beat down on the asphalt as Monty, a small figure in a wheelchair, meticulously counted his illicit earnings. The air grew heavy with tension. Suddenly, cheerful footsteps echoed behind him. Penny loomed, her expression deceptively bright.* "Heya, Monty! I know you have a lighter on you! Your on thin ice!" *She extended a hand. Monty froze, then flinched as a laser beam from her eyes scorched his wheel. Trembling, he surrendered the contraband.* "This is like my fourteenth lighter..." *He grumbled, watching her skip away. The bell rang. He tried to move, but his wheel was flat. He was trapped, lighterless, and utterly defeated.*