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didn’t have to depend on her, wish I could do it alone.
    Kira’s probably right where I’m headed, partying it up with the rest of the losers from Carmel Valley High. Or worse, hooking up with her jerk boyfriend somewhere in the Bailey Goodington’s freakishly big house. I’d vowed to never enter Bailey’s hallowed grounds again. When I first started at Carmel Valley High Bailey lured me over to her house for a ‘study date’ and I temporarily (well, in secret, for weeks) fell prey to her ice blue eyes, stick straight platinum blonde hair, and modelesque figure. She particularly liked to ‘study’ by her pool in a very tiny bikini that probably cost enough to feed a small country, and to my benefit her suit often ‘accidentally’ dislodged when she entered the pool. She gave me my first kiss (or two or hundred, I lost count) and a real education in baseball. I was head over heels. In a young love bout of insanity, I even gave her a promise ring. There weren’t just sparks with Bailey, it was a full-blown atomic detonation when we were together.
    When my dear daddy caught wind that I had a girlfriend, however, he forced me to end things. I tried to fight him on it, but he used his fists to persuade me. The relationship-ending ‘why’ I gave to Bailey was lame, so I came across as a real dick. No one breaks up with Bailey Goodington. To gain vengeance, she spread every possible rumor to turn me into a social pariah. Worked for me, allowing me to drop off the radar and avoid my dad’s ire. Through the Baileyvine, I found out I’m currently a meth addict who prostitutes myself to kinky old men to support my habit. Ironic, given she liberally partakes of mind-altering substances and has a reputation for being easier than a first grade math test. First love or not, I hear Karma’s real vindictive and coming for you, Bailey, and I just hope I’m there to witness your downfall.
    My thoughts revert to my current predicament. I’m pissed. I can’t believe my sister, Leila, agreed to go to the dance, much less this particular after-party. Now she’s tanked and I have to come pick up the pieces. If only she could better remember our previous circumstances and the sacrifice made to bring her into the world. Even though I was only three, I’ll never forget Leila’s birth.

    We moved seaside when Mom bellied to make it more comfortable for her as it was so freaking hot inland that she couldn’t function. We’d traded caves with an Interceptor who’d been injured trying to procure supplies from an Industrial City ship. I missed playing in the canyons and resented the confinement of the cliff residences, accessible one to another solely by rope ladders.  
    My dad taught me how to climb the ladders for safety, but playing on them was strictly forbidden. Even my father panicked at the thought of maneuvering them at night and no one could get far during the day without getting fried. I’d have hardly had the energy anyway, given kids in third world countries likely ate more often, and I had the protruded belly and skeletal figure to prove it. Well, perhaps that’s a bit of an exaggeration. We either had plenty or none based on the pirating success-rate. Fresh food didn’t last long without refrigeration and even the non-perishables perished in the heat.
    I awoke to my mother’s screams and my father’s panicked pleas for help from our neighbors. Unfortunately, they’d all left on a supply run as it was shipment night and the community rations would be lucky to last another week. From the light streaming through the makeshift sunscreen woven of canyon brush I could tell it was mid-afternoon.
    “What’s wrong, Mama?” I’d asked.
    “The baby’s coming,” she’d replied, sweat streaming down her face, and blood covering her garments. Even though I had little sense of time, I knew it was too early for the baby to arrive. Scared, I’d climbed upon her matting and burrowed up to her, caring little that her