Malice 'N Wonderland

She'd walk from her house on Fox Hill Drive. Up and over the railroad tracks. Small shock of freckles and red against sunbaked brown of barren natural rocks. Hours wandering. Turtle Mountain. Red Rock Canyon. Avoiding the tourists. Just like locals on the Strip.

Latchkey kid. Keypad by the garage'd let her in after school.
Her father a lawyer. Her mother a doctor. Sometimes they wouldn't even be home way after dark. She'd order dinner herself using her allowance credit card.

Sierra'd tuck herself in most nights. If her parents did come home, she'd fall asleep to sounds of argument.