[color=007FFF]"I know what you mean,[/color]" Alvina said, sipping her coffee, [color=007FFF]"Nowhere feels safe anymore. At work, I always feel like someone will come threaten us with guns or something. I'm glad the library doesn't keep much money around."[/color]

She swung her feet, the toes of her shoes brushing the concrete. [color=007FFF]"It's ridiculous, honestly. About a week ago, some jerk broke into my car. The window was broken and everything. All I had in there was $20. Like, the window repair is more than that."[/color] She sighed.

[color=007FFF]"Not to mention, a girl in my class recently dropped out because she was sexually abused by her ex-boyfriend, who's in one of those gangs, and his buddies. She was too scared of one of them showing up to hurt her again to even go back to school. I wish someone would do something about it. It would be nice not to worry when I'm alone in my apartment that something bad will happen."[/color]