The sketch of Amber looked more like an Roswell alien than a freckled teenage girl. The shape of the face was all wrong, too round, and the eyes were too far apart. It was twelve thirty and she didn't have time to start over. Drawing on the bus would be impossible. Ananda had about twenty minutes before she had to be at the corner to catch the fifteen to downtown. She was planning to walk to the hospital from there.
"Fu-huck," Ananda said as she ripped up her feeble attempt at friendship art and let the pieces fall like lame snow into her waste paper basket.
Depsite the fact that she was all alone at the house, Ananda tip toed across the hall and into her brother's unkempt bedroom. She stepped over piles of socks, boxers, and jeans as she made her way to his chest of drawers. Ananda pulled out the top drawer half way and reached behind it. She found the open envelope taped to the back side. She took only twenty of Brian's four hundred and seventy eight dollars.