Elizabeth Reyes

I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyeilding calling and my passion.

She always said she__ already lost one child to gangs and she was not losing another. We were surrounded by gangs and kids getting in trouble blaming it on the area they lived in, but Memo and I are living proof of what my mom always said to us. You are who you choose to be. You__e only a victim of your environment if you allow yourself to be.

Angel clicked on a few more pictures on the screen, and Alex made small talk about the place. Then he finally walked away. He stopped just before walking out.__id Valerie say anything else to Sarah?__ngel glanced back at him. __bout what?___ou know about that guy she__ seeing.__ngel turned his attention back to the computer. __o, not really.__lex frowned. He wasn__ one of those guys, so he wasn__ about to keep asking. If Angel knew anything, he__ tell him. He__ just have to wait until the rehearsal dinner.He started back out when Angel spoke up. ____ not sure, because she didn__ actually tell me, but I overheard Sarah on the phone last night. It sounded like Valerie was telling her about him._ __eah, what did you hear?__ngel looked up trying to remember. Something seemed to come to him but he hesitated. __ don__ think you wanna hear it, Alex. I know I wouldn__.__lex squeezed the doorway with his hand. What the hell could he have heard? __ell me._ Angel shook his head and looked back at the monitor. __nly reason I caught my attentions was because I overheard Sarah ask her something about wearing lingerie.__lex felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his gut tightened. He banged his fist against the doorway. He didn__ need to hear any more. Angel had been right that__ the last thing he needed right now. He charged back out of the office, infuriated with himself. Why the fuck had he asked?