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FenderSkaface Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:12 pm
(Hannah wrote the first chapter, we switch off. I know she has awful grammar.)
Chapter One: It's over.
I hear my mom call my name, "Naomii! Get down here! Now! We need to talk!" i role over and put my head in my pilow, I know what she wants, I dont freaking care. I came in late last night and my little sister ratted on me. I mean I'm 17, my curfeiw should be later then 10:30. Last night? What did I do last night? Oh, right. John and I went to Sluggo's. What did we see? Damnit i dont rember. I drank so much last night, i dont even rember how i got home. It's always like that when im with John, Drinking and smoking. My mom has a strict curfeiw, but knows i drink and smoke pit but doesnt care, weird right? She uses it as black mail for when i yell at her for smoking tabaco, which by the way is replusive. I blame John for all my addictions: pot, beer, acid, him.
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"Kelly Johnathan Stonton" the class giggles. i look to the back were i hear a high undeveloped vioce say "present," and see a odd looking boy(?) (it has longer hair then me..) in tight jense, a Circle Jerks tee shirt on, and whta looks like eye liner...freak?
I hear its name and vioce agian in my 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 7th period. Miss Laner are 7th period teacher made us to the the whole stand up and tell each other about your self thing. I just told about my pets, art, and vegitarianism. Juhn however wen into full detail about his life before Penscola. He was from Defiance, Ohio. He told about his old band, and abouthow he failed 2nd grade and was 16, two years older then me. He interested me. I wanted to know more about him but was to shy to ask him. So instead I fallowed him home, yes I'm weird i realize this, but this kid was a freak. He walked to some wooded area, he just moved here and new this place better then me.... He met up with some older looking kid, maybe his late late teens. I saw them exchange a small package for some money, he bought somthing. They shook and hands and he walked away.
I figure he cant hear me and whisper to myself, "what is that?" ya I was wrong,
"Hey, you, your Naomii, right?" he starts to walk to me.
I'm stuttering like hell. "Um..yaaa ya, I am, I'm sorry, I wasn't spying on you I prromise,"
"Dude, I'm a druggy, not a retard," my eyes widen as he giggles.
He reaches out to me, "Want some?"
"Um...what is it?"
"Acid, smart a**,"
"Acid?"
" Ya, acid, its this cool stuff that makes u feel all tripy. acid makes you hallucinate its like living in a world of black and white all your life and then coming into a world of color. It's pretty narly,"
"I dont know, I'm okay,"
"Come on, you know your curious," he puts a thin strip in my hand, "Just put this on your tounge, you'll love it,"
He was right, i was curious, I'm always curious, i think i stated that in 7th period. He acted like he knew so much about me even though we just met, i wouldnt even call it meeting. We just know of each other. i do as he says and takes the strip. I exam it some then put it in my mouth. It didn't have a big taste, kind of bitter, i took a couple more. After about 3 I start to feel all trippy.
I was hooked.
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My mom calls for me again, "Naomii Lee Ealgewood get down here now!" I blast my music, The Cranberrys, to drown her out. God she moves fast; she's now at my door. Pounding at me to open the door. This is more then just missing cerview, what happened?
My curiosity got the best of me as i stager up and yell at her to shut up. "I'm coming women! Hold the on, God!" As I open the door the look in her eyes are a type of sad anger, like some one died. And being the insensitive jerk I am ask just that, "Who died?"
Out of no were she starts balling, "Oh s**t...Mom? Whats wrong, talk to me!! MOM!!"
"honey, John is in a coma." My mind go blank, I think i blakc out caus ethe next thing i rember I'm laying on my bed with my mom over me.
"Mom, please tell me i was dreaming,"
"Honey I'm sorry, Aperently he was drunk when he took you home last night. He got in a reck,"
I pushed her out of my room, locked the door, and blared taking back sunday, the first cd he baught(sp) for me. I cryed all night. At four in the morning im just laying there thinking, crying.
"I'm straight edge, that's it. No more, no more drinking, snorting, shoting, pill poping, sex, nothing, its over,"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:25 pm
It's been about a week since I first heard the news. Therapy sucks. Shrinks are just retarded losers who have nothing to do in there lives. They can't figure out their own problems so they decide to tell people what to about their's. I havn't had a joint in a week. I might just explode but I hold out long enough for my mom to bust into my room and do her daily check for any drugs, alchohol, ciggerettes, condoms, fake IDs, and whatever else moms look for when there teenagers aren't home. Or in my case, are home. After I tell her not to worry that I've finally decided I'm going to keep this up she leaves and I furiously search through all my old stuff hoping to find something, anything I could smoke or snort.
"AH!!" I scream as I'm going through my closet and find my cat under a pile of clothes staring at me.
Today was the day I finally got to go see John at the hospital. I felt like I was going to puke and I probably was. I kept a plastic baggie in my pocket just in case. I don't want to puke on him while he's unconsious. That would be a negative. I didn't know what to do. Should I bring him something? Not flowers cause who knows when he wakes up? CDs? Maybe music will hurry up the process of him waking up. Music helps everything right? Not this.
"Naomii?" My mom said from outside my door. "Are you ready to go?"
Leaving my room I grab a Scene Aesthetic cd. Something happy. Something fun. Something we'd listen to when we had those tiny purple ectasy tablets that morning. What am I thinking? Bringing a cd that we had so many drug moments attached to it?! s**t. All of the things we listened to had something to do with drugs attached to it. It's seems that's all we did. We probably didn't have one sober conversation. That's how we got into this. That's why I'm heading to the car right now going to see my friend in a coma because of drunk driving. It's coming...omg...not on the car. Without time to grab my baggie I puke all over my moms Mercedes.
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