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Chapter 1

Fallen Angel

New York City

Tremont

March 10, 1978

1:02 PM

Angel stood in front of her locker at Tremont High School. She had just spent another lunch hour eating tasteless food at a table by herself in the cafeteria. Her poor upbringing and her volatile nature ensured she had no friends here. Her only friend was Shade, who attended another school in Bensonhurst. She opened her locker and fixed her blonde hair in the mirror taped inside the door. Soon, she spotted two people walking up behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Clive. She was standing a little too close to his pale face and brown afro. With him, as usual, was Derek, who was running a comb through his greasy brown hair. Hassling Angel seemed to be one of their favorite hobbies. Usually involving lurid words of a sexual nature. "What the fuck do you jerkoffs want?" she said.

"Hey, Angel,' Clive said, giving her a taste of his bad breath, "What do you say we meet up after school and I'll show you what a real man can do with a woman?"

"Why? Have you actually found a real man?"

"Hey, you'd better not mess with us," Derek said, "Cause we're in a gang now and we'll come down on you hard!"

"You guys are with the Orphans. They're not even a real gang. My fucking grandparents could wreck you guys."

Clive put his arm on the lock next to her and leaned towards her face. "C'mon sugar, you know you want it."

"Fuck you!" She pushed Clive out of the way. "Now if you excuse me, I gotta get to class before your breath makes me puke on your shoes."

She grabbed her books and started walking down the hall. She stopped as she felt Derek grab her ass. She turned around and faced them. "You fucking touch me like that again, I'll kill you!"

"Ooh, you like it rough." Clive grabbed her arm. "I like a chick who plays rough."

He grabbed one of Angel's breasts. That was the last straw. She dropped her books and threw herself at Clive, tackling him. She punched him in the face repeatedly. "How 'bout this?" Angel screamed at him. "Is this rough enough for you, motherfucker?"

Next thing she knew, she felt a teacher pulling her off Clive. She knew what this meant. Yet another trip to the principal's office.

Ten minutes later, she was sitting across Mr. Hefferman's desk, watching him go though her files. "Let's see here," he said. "Ten counts of fighting, three counts of vandalizing school property, two counts of smoking reefer in the girl's room, five counts of mouthing off to a teacher, and three counts of drinking alcohol on school grounds. Anything else?"

"Well, I once egged Mrs. Perrine's car, but nobody found out about that."

"I'll make a note of that."

"Let's get right to the point okay? How much detention this time?"

"Actually, I'm not giving you detention."

Angel was surprised. "Wow, really? You're getting soft on me, old man."

"Actually, I'm expelling you."

Tremont

5:12 PM

Angel walked to the drug store where she usually met Shade. She stood there, buying paint off a spray dealer. She spotted, Angel, waved and ran towards her, her long dark hair flying behind her. "Angel. Honey, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing new. Got in trouble at school again."

"I hear you. I got caught spraying graffiti in the walls outside the gym. Principal must've been in a good mood 'cause he only gave me a day's detention. What did you get?"

"I got kicked out."

"Really? Wow, what was it this time? Fighting again?"

"Clive and Derek got a little too free with their hands. So I beat the shit out of them. Think I broke his Clive's nose."

"Good for you, girl! Those fucking creeps deserved it."

"Yeah, well, ever since they joined the Orphans, they think they're all tough shit."

"Dude, it's the fucking Orphans. They're the lamest gang in New York."

Angel shrugged. "Yeah, well it doesn't seem to matter much to them."

"So," Shade said, "How do you think you're dad's gonna react to the news?"

"Well, assuming he's sober enough, he'll yell and scream and call me a worthless piece of shit. You know, the usual?"

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Eh, I'm used to it."

"Hey, I got an idea." Shade smiled and pulled a spray can out of her coat pocket. What do you say we pay a visit to your principal's house and bomb one of his walls?"

Angel smiled as her mood picked up. "Solid!"

Tremont

7:00 PM

Angel lay on the bed in her room, waiting for her dad to come home. He undoubtedly head about her expulsion by now and the shit was really gonna hit the fan. Maybe she'd luck out and he'd be out all night drinking again. The sound of the door to the apartment opening squashed those hopes.

"Angela!" he dad yelled from the kitchen.

"Great," Angel muttered. "This is gonna be fun."

Angel's dad burst into her room wearing a beer-stained tank top and a pair of ratty jeans that probably had to be washed. As usual, he was holding a bottle of whisky. "I got a call from your principal today! Told me you've been expelled!"

"Wow, you were actually sober enough to take the call! I'm impressed!"

"Oh, you think this is fucking funny, huh?" Angel's dad grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up. "That's the third school you've been kicked out of this year!"

"Hey, two guys at school harassed me and grabbed my ass. What was I supposed to do, threaten to tell my mommy?"

"The reason your mom walked out on us in the first place was because she had a piece of shit like you for a daughter!"

"Really? Wow, and all this time, I thought it had to do with the fact that you were a fucking drunk who beat the shit out of her. My mistake."

Angel's dad punched her in the stomach. She reeled from the blow. She straightened up, and grabbed her dad by the collar, furious. "Don't you ever hit me like that again! Do it and I'll fucking kill you!"

Her dad pushed her off and took a drink from the bottle. "What the fuck does it matter? You're worthless. Always have been. Always will."

He stumbled out the door, probably headed for the bar or liquor store. Angel sat on the bed and buried her head in her hands. She'd had enough. Enough of the drinking. Enough of the beatings. Enough of her dad constantly telling her how worthless she was. She'd finally had enough. She made a decision.

She put on her coat, grabbed whatever money she had, stuffed her pockets with as much food as she could and walked out the door. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but she knew for sure she was never coming back here again.