the_rebel_medic
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Meh, just thought you should all know, cause your my homies.
Here's the story
Characters:
Adam - A dealer
Nazaar - A squeler
Alex - A wheeler
ME! - A buyer
Black Man - A trier
Lebanese man - A flyer
Mr. Buckley, the pig
This sounds like a drug story, right? IT ISN'T!
I was sitting down by the portable, P9 to be exact, when my best friend's brother comes up, takes a key off his chain, puts it in the door and unlocks it. "Oh snap!" I said, eyeing the chain to see a large group of identical keys. I knew from expirence last year that these keys open almost every door. All but the Hall, Stadium and Media Room. "Can I have one?" "Sure" he replied, to which I inquired as to how much. "$10" he said, unfortunatley I didn't have that much. I offered him $7.50, which he accepted and took one of the keys off the chain and handed it to me. 'Awesome!' I thought 'now on the hottest of hot days I can take shelter in the portables with my friends.
Today isn't hot as hell, so I dropped it in my pocket for later. I went to science and entered class for the double. We sat down and watched a movie, relevent strangley enough. GATTACA, I hate it, but it beats working. Part way through period 2, the assistant principal comes in and calls me out. 'Shit' I thought, 'He wants me to bring my stuff, I'm in the deep shit.' As we walk down the hall he says to me "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
"No" I replied, after a quick, fake mull over.
"How much money do you have TRM?" He enquires.
"20 cents" comes my reply. Then, he smiles.
"How would you like another $7.50?"
'Shit shit shit!' fires off my mind as my hand reached into my breast pocket and I hand him the key.
"Oh no" he says "You lied, so now were going to the office."
My german mind kicked into gear, it always does when I'm under stress and I continuosly repeat "Shiesse" under my breath.
We arrive at the office and I write this all down. There I also learn that the keys were stolen and not cut from a hardware store.
Well, here I am now, at an internet Cafe, Mum dropped me out. I give up. I'm still gonna live, suicide is dumb. Maybe I might move back to QLD.
Here's the story
Characters:
Adam - A dealer
Nazaar - A squeler
Alex - A wheeler
ME! - A buyer
Black Man - A trier
Lebanese man - A flyer
Mr. Buckley, the pig
This sounds like a drug story, right? IT ISN'T!
I was sitting down by the portable, P9 to be exact, when my best friend's brother comes up, takes a key off his chain, puts it in the door and unlocks it. "Oh snap!" I said, eyeing the chain to see a large group of identical keys. I knew from expirence last year that these keys open almost every door. All but the Hall, Stadium and Media Room. "Can I have one?" "Sure" he replied, to which I inquired as to how much. "$10" he said, unfortunatley I didn't have that much. I offered him $7.50, which he accepted and took one of the keys off the chain and handed it to me. 'Awesome!' I thought 'now on the hottest of hot days I can take shelter in the portables with my friends.
Today isn't hot as hell, so I dropped it in my pocket for later. I went to science and entered class for the double. We sat down and watched a movie, relevent strangley enough. GATTACA, I hate it, but it beats working. Part way through period 2, the assistant principal comes in and calls me out. 'Shit' I thought, 'He wants me to bring my stuff, I'm in the deep shit.' As we walk down the hall he says to me "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
"No" I replied, after a quick, fake mull over.
"How much money do you have TRM?" He enquires.
"20 cents" comes my reply. Then, he smiles.
"How would you like another $7.50?"
'Shit shit shit!' fires off my mind as my hand reached into my breast pocket and I hand him the key.
"Oh no" he says "You lied, so now were going to the office."
My german mind kicked into gear, it always does when I'm under stress and I continuosly repeat "Shiesse" under my breath.
We arrive at the office and I write this all down. There I also learn that the keys were stolen and not cut from a hardware store.
Well, here I am now, at an internet Cafe, Mum dropped me out. I give up. I'm still gonna live, suicide is dumb. Maybe I might move back to QLD.