That sunglasses's woman - Reno's stepmother- carefully ambled through the filthy muddy smelly trod; her fingers pinched her shank-lenght skirt which danced with the breeze. Her mouth cursed the soil sticking on her high heels along the way to our direction.
It was only when her figure stood only a meter away from me and Reno, her grunts at the terrible thing she just experienced ceased. Once her head held up toward us, she slowly took off her glassess; from her red lips, the sinister words of cornering me burst out.
"So, this is how you live your life." Her cynical sneer daunted me not; as the rich, she might think that it was a lowly job I did for chumming among the rubbish and trash. I blamed her not; everyone deserved to see eberything through their own perspective. "Can you not pu
