Hope For Garbage Read Online Free PDF Page A

cut off all her hair.  And to top it off, she dyed her naturally blond hair, jet black.  Lord, did that make Mrs. Stewart furious.
    Lorene put the vacuum hose down and sat at the table.  “Sounds serious.  What is it?”
    The girl was beaming, “I met a boy!”
    This was news. “Really?  A boy?”  Bea never talked about boys.
    “Yeah, and Lorene he is so nice.  His name is Trevor.”  She was almost giddy.  “He’s really cute.”
    Lorene was happy for her and wanted to hear more. “Well, tell me everything.  Where’d you meet him?  I know it wasn’t at school.”
    Bea went to a private all-girls high school.  She was in the end of her junior year and hated it.  Well maybe hate was too strong a word, but she definitely wouldn’t be there if she had any choice in the matter.  She despised the uniforms and complained about how most of the girls were snobs.  “It isn’t the real world” she would say.  Lorene had news for her.  This bubble of rich suburbia wasn’t the real world either.  Bea was a good girl but she was still a little naïve.
    “That’s the kind of weird thing.  I met him here.  Well, actually in the front yard…down by the street,” Bea was suddenly stammering.
    Lorene raised one eyebrow.  This was curious indeed.
    “Don’t look at me like that!”
    Lorene tried to put on her best poker face, “Go on.”
    “Well, he’s really nice.  Probably around my age.  I met him this morning before school.  I heard this strange noise when I was pulling out of the driveway... See, he got scratched really badly by a raccoon and I…”
    “W hat ?” Lorene interrupted.  “Did you say a raccoon?”
    “Yeah,” Bea was avoiding her eyes, “And so I had to help him, you know, clean it up and stuff.”
    Lorene was afraid to ask the next question, “So, you let him into the house?”
    Bea looked at Lorene with her ‘Please don’t be mad at me’ face, “Well I needed to get him some bandages.   He was really hurt.”
    Lorene shook her head.  She thought she had taught the girl to be more careful.  “So, what was he doing?  Walking to school or something?”
    “Not exactly…”  A sheepish smile was forming on Bea’s face.  “He’s not from around here.”
    Lorene began picking at her cuticles.  It was a bad habit that she only resorted to when getting exceptionally nervous. “Okay, where’s he from?”
    “I’m not sure.  He might’ve said Westwood.”
    Westwood was a twenty minute drive.  “So what was he doing here ?”
    Bea’s silly grin still hadn’t left her face.  Lorene was exasperated. “Would you please tell me?  As much as I love a little suspense, I’ve got to get dinner started.”
    Bea’s voice got quiet and she looked at the ground, “He was… garbage-picking.”
    Lorene sat back in her chair, not saying what she was thinking.  Oh this was rich. This was rich indeed .

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    After school Trevor headed over to his sanctuary in the backyard.  He called it the Box.  To anyone on the outside it just looked like a run-down garage.  To him it was a haven, a place where he could do what he loved.  It was an escape from all of the chaos in his world. 
    But today it was going to be hard to concentrate on work.  He couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, about her.  He had told Bea pretty much everything.  He told her why he was at her house—he told her about the lawnmower and how he wanted to garbage-pick it.  She could’ve been a snob about it, or at the very least laughed at him, but she didn’t.  In fact, she really didn’t seem to care why he was there.  She listened to him and didn’t judge him, which was pretty cool.
    He wasn’t an expert at reading girls, but he got a feeling Bea really liked him.  Trevor had never had a girlfriend before.  Unlike most seventeen year olds, girls weren’t the center of his universe.
    School wasn’t either.  He didn’t play sports,