[Miranda_]

Remy looked up as a girl walked past the bus shelter where he sat. He knew her by sight, but not very well. After all, she was streets away from him; destined for college and great things. Where he was headed, he didn't know, but guessed it to be either hell or jail. Remy never let such things bother him usually, but there was something about this night. He took another drag on his cigarette to dispell the feeling.