A puff of fluff

Trouble

Three hours later, I made it home. I kicked off my shoes, then greeted my parents. My father is usually a calm and gentle person, who helps me out a bunch, while my mother is usually stressed and tired after work everyday. My father is a carpenter, and my mother is a healthcare worker. Both my mother and father looked at me. "So, where were you?" My father asked, crossing his arms. I felt a bit uneasy. "Where you out drinking?" "N-no! I wasn't! I swear! I was just hanging out at a friends place!" I replied. My father didn't seem so convinced. "So, you were out drinking." I sighed. I have drank before, and it's slightly addicting, I'm not gonna lie. Just to taste that very bitter and sour taste of it. I really gotta watch myself if I do drink next time. "You admit you did drink, and now you're trying to deny it. Don't lie to your father, you little bastard!" My mother said angerly. "Fine! I went out for a few drinks with Chord! Then got wasted off my ass, causing me to pass out on the couch, only to wake up with Chord's jockstrap on my face!" They seen convinced now, just because they know that Chord is a failure. Surprisingly, I'm his friend. His good and trusted friend. I just at times feel worried about the guy. He's such a drunk crack addict that he causes me to be scared for him. One time, he took an edible, and almost jumped off the roof. Luckily, I was there to save his dumbass. "Okay, thank you for telling the truth. But please, watch the language son..." Asked my father. "Alright, I promise" "Ah, whatever. You're just saying that, and not actually meaning it. It's so easy to lie, and even to your parents, you stupid degenerate!" I stormed to my room, ticked and upset. "Heh, degenerate... what does she know?"

I lied on my bed, rubbing my eyes. While lying in bed with nothing to do, I looked through my phone. I found old photos of my parents and me on a little hike out in the mountains, and family quality fun bored games. Kids back then really do enjoy playing Monopoly, or Uno, and even Sorry. And still play it till this day. But over the years, things began to change. Now all of a sudden, social media and video games now exist. The majority of the population here are always doing something on the internet. Playing hit games like Minecraft, Fortnite, CoD, Animal Crossing, and many more. Or just going on social media, like Youtube, Snapchat, and even Tic Tok. Even though this is the modern world we live in now and not the 1800's, you can still do productive things, like going outside, reading a book, cooking, babysitting, or just play a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity. Actually... there is somethin g I do want to try. I have this old pack of playing cards I used when I was seven years old. I played Goldfish, or Solitaire by myself sometimes. I found the cards in an old box near my drawer, then started to play some Solitaire by myself. But now, I'm thinking to myself, is Solitaire referred to Solitary, because you pretty much play by yourself, while in solitary confinement, you're alone in general. Or am I just thinking to much? Jesus...

Already two hours in the game, then my phone rang. I was so desperately hoping it was Vincent, but it's just Chord.  *Ring* ... *Ring* ... *Ring* ... I picked up my phone, then answered it. "Yes Chord?" I heard snorting and coughing coming from Chord's phone. "H-hey man... wanna... you know..? Get stoned..?" Chord is on drugs again. The man's gonna kill himself sooner or later. But at least I don't need to worry about that crackhead no more. So the more earlier the better. "What!? No way man! I don't want to sniff a line of coke, then look like an old version of Hitler who's tripping balls!" Chord laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, eselin! Ich wollte deine Gefühle nicht verletzen, du Muschi!" I was surprised that he could speak German. I never knew he studied something. Well, something other then drinking and driving, and actually surviving several times but also breaking many laws. "So you coming, or what?" I hung up the phone on Chord, not wanting to deal with whatever dangerous situation he'll find himself in. I rather just play my game of solitaire in peace.

I went out to go get lunch at some cheap-ass fast food restaurant down two blocks, when all of a sudden, I found Chord in an ally, bleeding on the ground. I dropped my food for dramatic effect, of course now I don't have anything to eat and I wasted money, then rushed to Chord. I felt his pulse, still alive, but barely. He's been stabbed and mugged. A typical way to get robbed in this city, and other cities as well. I called 911 for an ambulance, then waited for twenty minutes for them to arrive. When they took Chord away, now I'm remembering the karma I just gotten. Now I regret not coming. For the drugs, no, but for the safety of my friend, yes. And now, look where that lead to. Damn.