Leah beamed. She'd won the game, but Kat made no indication as to which answer had been correct, or even if she desired to continue playing. So Leah became quiet, and music soon filled the van, as per Kat's request. Casey was the only one to comment on the music. “This person has no real idea how hard life is as a gang member.”
“Most gangs aren't like us,” Zoey reminded her. Most gangs didn't start out with the intention to help homeless and abused women. The knife in her hands caught the sun again as she turned it over. It was a wonderful distraction. She kept the tip of the blade spinning on her forefinger. Her hands were so calloused the knife couldn't break her skin.
The music caused Leah to cringe. She was used to loud – she was used to many things occurring at the same time. But this music was obnoxious. It got under her skin and made her shiver. She decided it was because the lyrics sounded a lot like something Jackson and his followers would believe in. She gave Kat a sideways glance, wondering if the music appealed to her at all, or if she was repulsed by it.
However, Kat was a hard book to read. She could bounce around constantly one day, and sit scribbling something on a whiteboard the next. Leah pondered over their friendship. They didn't know an extensive amount about one another, though bits and pieces of their life stories had been shared. They were friends because they were similar. While Kat supplied the group with fun, Leah gave them love and care; three things that the gang had so little of these days. Together they kept the group light-hearted, when they could, and Leah adored it when the others smiled.
Feeling the van stop, she gazed at the others. What did they think about each other? Did they see things the same way she did? Zoey had fond feelings for a few people among them, Leah knew that much. When the van didn't move forward soon enough, she shook her mind clear and watched the toll booth worker. With the van at a standstill, she felt oddly uncomfortable. Finally, though, the toll worker finished his story and ushered them onto the bridge. Leah tried not to sigh too loudly. They were on their way again, and the new city was a dark mass of skyscrapers in the near distance.