Where Trouble Lies
One text. A time. A place. Hundreds of people.
Raves. Those are the only things I, Riley Trouble Prenta, know how to do. Ever since my parents died and I started living on the streets, that is the only way I know how to feel important. Too little people come, I don’t get to eat that month. Too many people, the cops come, I don’t get to eat a lot of food that month. Every detail is there and accounted for. Except my brother. I’m caught for truancy, of all things, and sent to go live with my estranged brother who I have never met before. Now I live in this random small town where conservative is the only way to describe the town’s ideals, Christian is an easy way to describe everyone there, and perfect, absolutely perfect, is used to describe their way of life. That doesn’t mean I have to stop raving. Does it?