Rebecca Schlapia

night infomercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new charcoal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her side to stare at the wall, glancing at her cell phone screen to check the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to suck, even if she went to sleep now. An idea struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something worth being tired about? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the bottom floor