A/N: Inspired by a dream I had. I was just walking through various stages of my town, marveling. Have fun with the read. -MC

Rulebreaker's Rhapsody:

Ten o'clock on a schoolnight

Meaningful conversations

Via texting, of course

The art of conversation?

Dead. By the

Mobile to mobile under the

Dark streetlights

Things barely get movin' by nine.

Ridiculous.

These kids have no parents or something?

So at 10 I can go to the school and see the place start to fill

With the people who hang there.

On the baseball field,

Backstops are home to

Rebels without a collective clue.

Spray-paint art gallery.

Need some talent.

Could use some brain cells also, now that you mention it.

Under the trees by the gym

Close to the power hookup for their boombox

Bored rocker kids. Smoke joints; make out; repeat until caught.

They offer me some but I turn it down.

There are cooler ways to die.

Even though it doesn't give me anything in the way of fright,

Nobody in my house cares where I am as long as I'm out ALL night

Business as usual, as I watch

The cruisers downtown as they

SPEED BY!

Late for their accident, I guess.

But one picks me up and takes me

As far as the edge of downtown.

Leaves me his number.

Like I'm actually gonna call him.

Dumbass. Pass by the movie theatre

Watch the chicks after their formals in their slinky

Backless

Black dresses

Chains of sparkle against smooth bare flipside

As their boyfriends wrap their hands around their girl's midsection

Try doing that when she's pregnant, chump.

Wups, too late.

Guess who's just been dumped?

Walk alone by the Denny's at 3 AM,

Can't catch a cab to save my life

Watch the goths inside

Back from the clubs

Just closed

And think,

"Why are they sad?"

They must see something I can't...

Or something I do.

Early this morning.

Yesterday morning?

Actually about eight at night.

I usually don't remember much except words.

He said before he shut his door with another blonde hooker inside,

Handed me money and kicked me in the face while I was sleeping on the floor.

"Don't come back in the morning if you're cuttin' school"

Don't worry, dad.

Oh, dad...

No father of mine.

If I come home?

Fuck.

I'll be in a bodybag.