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Small Town Monsters

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Chapter 8

Lucy’s father still hadn’t fixed the door to her room; it canted to one side, the top hinge torn out of the threshold, the bottom one barely hanging on. She sat on her bed, a picture of her mother stared into the room from atop the headboard behind her, a little out of focus, but the only photo Lucy had ever seen of her.

A math textbook sat open on the bed in front of her. She sat cross-legged, working the problems one by one in a spiral bound notepad. Lucy insisted on nothing less than A’s, especially during her senior year. When she graduated, nobody would stop her from getting out of DePalma Beach, not her friends, not her cousins, especially not her asshole dad.

She wore headphones. They thumped on her skull, cranked up to a roar.

The chorus of one of her favorite angsty songs came on strong, backed by a thumping, electronic groove. She sang along.

Don’t say I’m nothing,

Because I’m nothing to you.

Cause nothing turns to nothing,

When it comes down to you.

Concerning:

Lucy Cadano

Marty Cadano