Devil Town

Max predicted that this summer, the one right before her last year of High School, would be the same: try to stay out of juvie, avoid her father at all costs, do drug runs with Omar and run the tattoo parlour with Mateo. Nothing good, nothing new, the plan was the same. On lonely, quiet nights, when she'd be stalking around the neighbourhood at midnight while smoking a joint, she'd wonder what her life was, what she wanted it to be and what if, just maybe, something would change in her life; she'd cash in all the clichés. Light at the end of the tunnel, cheesy saying about hope and love and life, etcetera, etcetera. She knew it wasn't realistic though; people like her, the truly desolate and broken ones, didn't live in clichés. They didn't get happy endings and they didn't fall in love, not in the way the poets spoke about it.She didn't know yet though that this summer was the one where she'd become acquainted with caramel. She would come to know Caramel, everything about her. She would come to love Caramel even if she didn't want to, even if she didn't accept it.-Follow the summer wherein Max Orlov finally discovers that people do love her. Namely one person in particular: Caramel.