Leslie Dyke pull off her high-heel boots as soon she exited the car. Goober and the rest of her crowd where in the backseat passed out and wasted. It had been a good night. At first glance El Paso doesn't seem like that much of a party town , however if you knew the right people and places one could mistake it for new Orleans. This city was one of the oldest in the south west along with the culture , came a mired of ghost story. However Leslie had never known any of them to be true. She hopped along bare foot to a 2 story house on the upper west side . Around the back of the house was a glass door entrance into her living room . Which then lead to a small hallway that lead to her room the only one downstairs. She pranced softly on her bare feet as she opened the glass door and stepped into her house. She felt everything she did cause great noise as she was trying not to wake her family. When She finally made into her room .
Her MyLife profile on e-file was still up . she glanced at it briefly and grabbed a c.d. case from the on top of the modem . She sat down on the floor and gently placed the c.d. case open on the floor in front of her . She reached into her purse and pulled a small zip lock bag of cocaine , She had crossed to and from Juarez tonight . She poured the remaining continents on top a glass mirror in the c.d. case . She pulled out a small razor from the case and fervently diced and cut up the last remaining pieces of a bigger rock she had taken from her dad the night before . Inside her cocaine set was a small straw and with that she snorted the last line of the bag . She something warm on her face and she could see she was bleeding.
" Oh...." She muttered
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