Andrew's Deal With the Devil
an excerpt

Charlie went straight for her Porsche and buried herself inside. She came to the realization of something. I don’t have any friends, no one really loves me, I don’t have a family, I’m not the coolest girl in the world! My life is so damn superficial! I don’t care about the labels, the Porsche, my million dollar mansion. I just want someone to god damn give me a fucking hug and mean it when they say the love me! I would trade all the stupid shit I have for one real friend, just one. Is that too much to ask?

Charlie cried in her car for the rest of lunch. It was the first time in forever since Sunday school when she was little that she ever prayed. What she prayed for is guidance to make the right decisions and to find one true friend. Just then there was a loud hollow booming sound on the roof of her car. Charlie nearly jumped out of the driver’s seat and shrieked. Sure enough her car alarm went off, so after pulling herself together she fumbled around searching for her keys. She realized it had fallen on the pink fuzzy floor mat, under a pile of hot pink sparkly nail polish in different shades of hot pink and her pom pons from cheer squad. And oh yes, there were different shades of hot pink. She turned the car alarm off, and very timidly opened her car door.

She peeked over the top of her car, expecting a large dead bird up there or something of the sort. Or a brick, knowing how her day was going. Charlie screamed again when she saw a teenage boy lying on the roof of her car. This time she did jump out of the driver’s seat, still shrieking her head off, mascara drying in streaks on her face. She dug for her mace in her purse, the first thing she could think of at the time.

“What the fuck are you doing up there, creep!” She screamed at him, holding the mace out in front of her. The boy on the roof looked up dizzily, and looked in her face like he was drunk. He had apparently hit his nose on the roof of the car, it was bleeding a little.

They looked at each other stupidly for like a whole minute or so. “Are you the Angel of Death, by chance? I think I’m in hell.” He finally said a few moments later, in a heavy Irish accent.

Charlie lowered her bottle of mace and prepared to cuss the kid out. “Hey, ass hole, I’m pissed off, P.M.S.ing, my boyfriend just broke up with me, I was just humiliated in front of the whole damn student body, and I think I just broke a nail.” Charlie looked down at her left hand. “Yeah, I did just break a nail. So get your drunken ass the fuck off my car and leave me the fuck alone. Understand, stick boy?”

The boy looked around stupidly. “Yeah, I think this is hell.” He said to himself.