Jul 11, 2011 19:56
Math, I think.
That's the class I'm skipping. Or maybe it's Health. Fuck it, I don't know. I don't... care. Wendy got some weed from some kid behind the trailers on Monday, and during lunch break, I smoked a joint out on the outskirts of the baseball field, under the watchful eye of fuckin' nobody.
It's kind of pathetic how easy it is to just disappear on the campus.
When Preston gets out of Bio, we'll pile into his car and head somewhere equally boring, but at least we'll be free of all the bullshit of middle American public highschool. Maybe, if I feel like it, I'll make a few bucks, and we'll have cash to buy booze and maybe go to the movie, this weekend.
Picking a seed off my bottom lip with a grimace, I check my watch, crushing the rest of my joint under my shoe and making my way in a lazy zig-zag back to the main building. I gotta get my bag outta my locker before we get the fuck outta here.
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