A Young Hitchhiker In A Blue Satin Dress
“Fuck you, Robbie!” Anna screamed as she stormed off. She and her boyfriend Robbie, along with her friend Carrie, had been drinking a bottle of vodka stolen from her dad’s liquor cabinet. They sat in the cool, dry grass on the edge of the school football field, Robbie in between the two girls, and as the moon rose they began to get drunk for the first time. They were each twelve years old. Across the field, beyond the bleachers, music emanated from the gym where the junior high dance...