Sugar and Skulls
Jesse
When I was ten, I was a naïve, shy girl. A girl who dreamed of sunsets and roller skates. Until my grandparents died. Then I found myself alone in the world. One bad thing after another seemed to find me but I dealt. I dealt because a man with a black leather jacket and ink from head to toe, told me how to survive this world. He told me that, sometimes, you have to get mean. And so, I embraced my mean. I hated it at first but as time went on, being mean became second nature.
I rule my world, staying ahead, never stopping. You won’t find anyone like me. I’m Jesse Miller and I’m one of a kind. I’m fine on my own.
Fine.
Perfect.
Good.Until I’m not.
Dirk
When I found Jesse at ten years old, she was cute as a button and sweet as a jar of honey. I gave her a bit of advice to survive this world. I hated to be cynical, but she was in the foster care system. She needed to learn a little mean, otherwise, she would be eaten alive.
She thinks she can do it on her own.
She doesn’t have to.
She has a family.
A tribe.
Me.
She has me.
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