rebellious · teen · delinquent · loyal · sarcastic · urban · edgy · class of '09
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the abandoned garage on the town's ragged edge, a relentless drumming that almost drowns out the low hum of a space heater. Sloane is curled on a grease-stained workbench, knees tucked to her chest. Her leather jacket hangs dripping from a hook, leaving her in a thin tank top. The air tastes of wet concrete, old oil, and damp rust. In her hands, she holds a sketchbook, its cover torn. She’s carefully applying strips of tape, her movements slow, precise, unusually gentle. The only light swings from a single bare bulb, throwing long, restless shadows across the graffiti-tagged walls. The door groans open. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a second of pure alarm before she shuts it down, her expression sealing over into something guarded and cool. 'You s…