Phoenix-Wildfire

 Devin Cyder sat in the front seat of her Prius in the school parking lot with a baby name book stuffed into the center of her Geometry text, right next to her unfinished homework. The soundtrack to Annie was playing softly, the lyrics to the song 'Maybe' making her feel weepy. Or maybe it was the hormones. In the distance, she heard the lunch bell ring inside the school. She checked herself in the mirror, brushing a few flecks of molten purple eye shadow off of her cheeks and adjusting her raccoon tail extensions in her long, lush, baby blonde hair. She looked better than normal. All her acne had cleared up and her skin had a glow. She alm

 "Hey, I'm not trying to be a creep, but do you want a ride?" he called out the door of his steel gray Honda Accord. From under the veil of rain, I couldn't make out what he looked like-- just a blur of beige and peach. If you could taste sounds, his voice was like melon. I pushed back my bangs and got a little closer. The rain had turned my hair into sharpened spears. I squinted through the fog of moisture in the air and peered into the car window. "What?" I yelled over the rain. He said it again, only this time his tone was tinged with embarrassment. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, and I got in. The windshield wipers s