The Price of Youth By Royce Sears Driving home from her second job, Sheila Lockner blinked her eyes and fought to stay awake. With the window down, the crisp bite of winter, combined with the loud music blaring from her car stereo, was usually enough to keep her awake. She yawned, and rubbed her eyes. Two jobs, a four year old to raise by herself, rent and bills to pay, it was enough to exhaust anyone, she thought. The Christmas party at the Vanderbilt Society should have been over at 11:00 PM, but the cleanup had taken longer than expected. She, and the other servers, had catered enough food, wine, and other refreshments, to feed a small army over the course of the evening. And all for less than one-hundred people, she thought. They had thrown away enough food to feed her and Aiden for more than a month. Slammed hard, the sounds of shrieking, twisting metal fill the air. I didn’t do anything wrong. Headlights up ahead, rushing at me? My head hurts, not sure what happened? Whe...