Sun streamed from my window as the sound of a bulldozer began my Tuesday. For two weeks that machine has been my alarm clock. Always starting off at the crack of six every morning. The old lady who used to live next door to me died from a heart attack when the pool boy she was doing got her overly excited. I really never wanted the picture of an 86 year old woman being pounded by an 18 year old boy in my mind, but that’s what I got when the whole story hit the neighborhood.
I had been living alone here since I was 17 and moved away from home. My mother was a drunk who wanted to still be 16 and my father like me got fed up with it. Except he left me there with her and ended up getting shot by some crazy old fart. Bastard deserved it, leaving a 14 year old with an alcoholic and really whacked mother. So when I hit 16 I dropped out of school and moved in with my old boyfriend Randy. He was 21 and needed a third roommate real bad. I was the only thing on short notice. I mean, I really didn’t want to live with an asshole like him. He puts the douche in douche bag. But thank some deity I was only there for eight months before finally getting out of that town and on my own. This is where I am now, except I’m 21 now and in college at least.
Pissed off that the family who bought the old bitch’s house felt the need to dig the whole fucking yard up, and started early in the morning, did I pulled my sweaty body from my thin red sheets. Summer in Idaho was always iffy. Sometimes it was farging cold at night and other times it was so hot that you wished it was winter. And to add that the whole area had been on fire for basically two months, it wasn’t just hot it was smoky hot.
After getting my clothes back on I stumbled downstairs and to the kitchen to grab myself a bowl of dried cereal and some juice. Money was tight and my summer job at a local farm had been ended due to the damn fires in the area. Sometimes I hated living in such a dry climate, but it had its perks. Like today I was meeting up with two old friends to go on a hike through Massacre Rock National Park by American Falls. Finally when I was ready and dressed I grabbed my bag and got into my old clunker off to meet my friends.

Sara was standing at the lookout station next to Jason as I pulled up in my car and parked next to them. They didn’t notice me until I came right up to them and poked Jason in his old scar he got from when we all decided to jump off a cliff at Derkies. He landed on a few rocks and got the scar as memory of that stupid day.
“Hey! Who the fuck?!” quickly he flipped around and the scowl across his face soon morphed into his beaming smile. “Dezzy! Chick you look just the same.”
“Wow baby, you really haven’t changed much. Well in the weight department. The broke college girl lifestyle really does wonders hu?” Sara was a tall, muscular girl who did track and field in high school. Her arms could probably crush me with just a squish. Her blue eyes glowed in the bright sunlight as golden brown hair curled around her face from a loose ponytail.
“Well you sure did change Sara! Where’d these come from?” I grabbed her left boob firmly in my hand and squeezed.
“They came in after senior year. When I stopped pretending to be a boy.” Sara was what you would have called a bull dyke back in high school. She wouldn’t be caught in anything girl like nor girl sized clothing. But looking at her now I just had to admire her full B breasts and actually having an ass.
“Well don’t hog her Sara. I’m here too.”
“I know that! God! You’d think he would have gotten over his little crush on you after five years?”
“Ha-ha, guess not.”
Jason was only a head taller than my 5’4″ with pure Swedish blood. He may have been born in Idaho but both his parents were transplants from some small town in Sweden. He has a decent body but hitting the gym a bit more would have done him some good back in high school when he was trying to get girls.
“Bitches!” guess he still had that sore spot too.
As soon as we got the “epic re-meet” done with did we finally get started off on one of the trails. There was one that was supposed to take you to the Oregon Trail ruts from the wagons and it was a quarter mile. We had all day so we grabbed our backpacks and some water and started off on the trail after driving to it. Sara was ahead of course as Jason and I hung back a bit to talk.
“So how’s my mother doing?”
“Better. She got some help and is actually sober.