“Alright hold on,I’m coming.” Tim yelled. Tim was in his early twenties, he had a blue
mowhawk, always dressed shabby, and addicted to heroin. Tim walked to
the door and opened it, “Yes.” he said sarcastically.
The man at the door asked if Gwen was home, “Are you Gwen’s new
boyfriend” Tim asked him. “Yes I am, my name is Tony” he replied. “Nice to
meet you” Tim said. “No, Gwen is not here right now. I think she is still
trying to get the job at that bar on 6th street” Tim replied.
“Oh, well tell her that I came by and just to give me a call, OK?” Tony said.
“One problem” Tim said. “Oh, and what’s that?” Tony replied. “Didn’t Gwen
tell you?” Tim said “we don’t have a phone, or a T.V or any other
appliances, we are gutterpunks. Why do you think we live in this shed?”
“Well I guess I will just come back later” Tony said with a strange look on his
“Tim! Wakeup! ” Gwen yelled. “Huh?” Tim replied. “Wakeup!,” she
yelled back. “Oh, OK” Tim yelled back. “That boy, Tony came by, looking
for you, he thought we had a phone.” Tim said chuckling. “You didn’t tell
him that we don’t have a phone or the other stuff did you?!” Gwen yelled.
“Um, well kinda yeah, why?” Tim questioned. ” Why?” she yelled and
Gwen was the type of girl who didn’t care what people thought of her, but
she didn’t like it when people would find out that she was poor. She had
blonde hair, and was very thin. She wore sequined pants, and these funny
looking shirts most of the time, unless she went out.
“Gwen?, Mike, and Shirley are home. Look I’m sorry I told Tony.” Tim
said. “Send Shirley in.” Gwen yelled back. “Shirley, Gwen wants you.” Tim
said. ” I’ll be right in” she yelled back. Shirley was an Irish girl whose
parents had both died, and she was sent to America to live with her aunt,
she ran away and met Mike. Shirley had red hair, and was also a weird
dresser, she had a job at a library filing books. The pay was bad but she
would accept anything, that would keep them alive.
“I’m outside Gwen, come on out and we will talk.” Shirley yelled into
the shed. “What’s wrong with her?” Mike asked. “Tim told her new boyfreind
we were poor,” Shirley replied. “So, what’s wrong with being poor?” Mike
asked, ” We have a place to sleep and we’re happy.” “Yeah, but you know
how Gwen is about these things.” Shirley said. “Yeah, I guess,” Mike
Mike had brown hair, worked in a music store that paid him almost nothing.
He plays the guitar really well, and has tried out to be in local bands so he
could earn money but hadn’t been lucky. He is the only one of the group that
knew about Tim’s heroin problem.
Gwen walked out of the shack and apologized to Tim for storming off,
and told Shirley that she was OK, and didn’t need to talk anymore.
“So, Tim, when are you gonna go look for a job?” Mike asked.
“Ugh…..me work!?” Tim replied sarcastically. “Yes you.” Mike said. “I will
start first thing tomorrow, looking for one, I promise.” Tim said.
“Well I don’t know about you guys but I’m going for a walk.”Tim said.
“Bye” they all said. “Maybe I should go with him,” Mike thought to himself.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Mike told the girls. He ran to catch up with Tim,
“Tim!” he yelled “Wait up!””What do you want?” Tim asked. “Do you have
any heroin with you?” Mike asked ” Oh, so you know I’m hooked?” Tim
questioned. “No! I am just making sure you don’t, so you won’t mess
yourself up.” Mike said “Mike, just leave me alone, I don’t need you telling
me what to do!” Tim yelled at Mike. “Fine but don’t think about coming back
to the house unless you quit right now!” Mike yelled back. “Fine then, tell
gwen and shirley that it was nice knowing them.” Tim said.
“I wonder where they are?” Gwen said. “I am sure they will be home
soon.” Shirley said. Clang! The door of the shed opened, Mike walked in but
no Tim, he explained the whole thing to them about Tim being addicted