Free Anatomy of a Girl Gang (9781551525303) by Ashley Little Page B

have I.
    We sat in silence for a while and finished the joint. Sly Girl began rolling another one.
    What’s been going on around here, anyway?
    Well, said Mercy, Z got arrested last night.

Z
    i wuz in da middle of doin di$ kiLLR piece ovR in $tanlee prk, on da $eawall, aiight? $ed BlAcK RoSes in wyld $tyle w/ ro$es & thornz rapt around da lettrz. it wuz $ick. Mac came w/ me, ju$t 2 keep me cumpanee & 2 watch, but $he’d gone 2 buy u$ $um $mokes, next thing i know, da red & bluez R fla$hin in my face, on da megafOne, tellin me get my damn handz UP. i’m lyke, fuck thi$, & take off. didn’t get 2 far tho, $toopid $hort legz. next thing i know i’m on my bellee w/ cop kneez in my bak, gettin cuffed & $huved in da cruzr. well, i’m pi$$ed cuz i didn’t get 2 fini$h da piece, & U no an unfini$hed piece is a $erious failure, a totL $tryke against U. but itz a tynee bit Xciting becuz i’ve nevR bin aRRe$ted b4. az we’re pullin out, i C Mac cumN bak w/ 2 lrg coffeez 4 u$. $he eyez UP da cruzr, but of cour$e itz dark $o $he can’t C me in$yde. i want 2 $ma$h da windO & jump out 2 her. i bang my hed again$t da gla$$ becuz i want her 2 know i’m in here. but nuthin happenz xcept my hed getz $ore & da cop in da pa$$enger $eat turnz round & glarez @ me & tellz me 2 take it EZ lyke i’m $um nutjob. Mac keepz walkin & doe$n’t look @ da car again. But i know $he’ll figger it out when $he C’s my sprAy canz all ovR da ground & da unfini$hed werk.
    $o dey take me downtown & fingRprint me & take my foto & tell me i’m in a holelottashit. Tell me i’m bein charged w/ MI$CHIEF under section 430(1) under da criminal code of canada. tell me i’ll be doin communitee service til i’m 65 cuz dey know i’m da 1 whoze bin wrytin BlAcK Ro$e$ all ovr deNtyre goddamned citee & dey’ve $pent about a million doll-hair$ cleenin it up alreadee. hee hee hee, oop$! & den dey tell me i get 1 fone call & it bettr B 2 some1 whoza Leegul Gardeean & can promise dat i’ll keep my court appointmentz, coun$elling appointmentz & communitee $ervis appointmentz. dey tell me dat i’m gonna be on Hou$e Arre$t & i’m gonna wi$h i’d never picked up a $prAy can. ya, ryte.
    of cour$e i’m lyke, oh fuck my lyfe, Bcuz da onlee person i want 2 call iz Mac but $he iz not my Leegul Gardeean & $he’s not evn 18 yet so wat da fuck M i $po$ed 2 do? i havn’t $poken 2 my parentz in about 3 monthz, but if i don’t call dem i’ll haf 2 $pend da night in jayle!!!!
    $o i call dem.

MAC
    I can’t believe Z got caught. After two years of writing and never getting taken down, the one night I go with her, the one night —boom. I must be her bad luck charm. And now her parents got her on lockdown or some shit and she can’t even leave the house. It’s insane. I gotta go bust her out in a day or so if she can’t get away from them. They’re crazy, man. I’m talking insane.
    They forced her to play piano when she was a little girl. She told me they would make her play piano for two hours every day no matter what. She wasn’t allowed to get up off her piano bench until she sat there for two hours. One day she pissed her pants because they told her she wasn’t finished practising yet. Here she is, twelve years old, with pee running down her pant legs and dripping onto the foot pedals.
    I’ve gotta get her out of that nuthouse. They took away her cell phone so I can’t even call her. I tried the number at her parents’ but someone just picked up, listened for a minute, and hung up again. Maybe one of her sisters. Apparently they’re psycho-bitches. Well, I’ll come up with some way to get her out. She can’t keep living there, that’s for sure.
    The good news is we have nearly three hundred grand in cash right now. The bad news is I still haven’t gotten a safe. I’ve gotta go out today and get one. For sure.