She stomped down Fifteenth Ave. Her fists clenched, sweat making the T-shirt stick, but she kept going, her Docs pounding the sidewalk. Rage pooled in the shadows of huge trees. Angela hated her life, her parents, the world. Ever since she shot her brother in a hunting accident and killed him. Her parents divorced, Dad stopped talking to her. Going to Hell felt easy. A mythical coming of age...