Katey was board out of her mind, she was dressed in a black skirt and a black tank top, she had thigh high socks with black and whit strips on them. She was Goth through and through, she sat at the window to her room looking out board. She had a tong stud and her ears were pieced multiple times. She was grounded; her mother was angry with her for staying out to late. She was 18 and she argued the point, but it did no good. She watched as all the men left there houses. She then smiled at the new guy, she watched him for a moment, before sliding her boots on and sneaking out of the house. She walked over to him and leaned on the fence watching him, Her long black hair blowing behind her, “Hi there.”