The humid air rushed about her body, making her skin feel moist under her layers of clothes that she needed in New York. Everything was pretty with palm trees and not a bill board in sight but Rhea wasn't paying attention to the place around her but to her lunch from earlier that was escaping from her mouth into a near by bush. She wondered where everthing went wrong. Why was her dad and Lisa, or Saint Lisa, move her to this moist city named Irvine? There was nothing here but a mall and theater, not a bar in sight to show off her fake ID, no she'd had to go out of town to do that. She wondered if she just didn't punch Lisa square in the face,