"Get your fricken dog away from my kicks, they're new." I say to the woman who's dog is sniffing my shoes. She looks at me like I'm a crazy person, but pulls her dog away and I continue walking.
Seriously, if people are going to walk their pets then they should keep them away from other people.
I blame Ty for living in a rich neighbourhood.
I get to Tyler's house and walk up to the front door. I knock and Ty's mom Tiffany opens. I think Tiffany is a very childish name for a grown up, like change your name to Mary or something.
"River! Come in." she smiles at me and I walk inside.
"Hi Ms St Patrick, is Tyler here?" I grip my sports bag harder.
"Yeah she's in her room." she smiles and walks to the kitchen. I jog up the stairs carefully and walk into Tyler's room.
"Finally!" Ty shouts and stands up from her bed. She walks up to me and kisses my forehead. I think it's adorable when she does that because I'm taller then her by a whole six inches.
"You're so clingy get away from me." I smile and gently push her to the side. I walk to her bed and sit down on it.
"Its not my fault you don't have an affectionate side, Smith." she teases and sits down next to me.
"Oh really? I'll show you affectionate." I say as I tickle her so much that she falls off the bed from laughter.
"Ouch!" she yells and rubs her temple. "I hate your affectionate side Smith." she stands up from the floor and rubs her hip.
"Come to mama, I'll kiss it better." I say and pout to her.
"Shut up." she walks to her corner table and grabs a bag of weed and paper and then sits next to me again. She looks at me with puppy eyes and smiles.
"Uh-uh. No. I told you, I stopped that shit. And didn't you say you did too?" I raise my eyebrows at her.
"Its just this one time, Riv. I've been clean for two months give me a break." she opens the bag and starts rolling.
"I don't think you should right now." I say.
"River, you're not my mom. Do you want one or not?" she says.
"Fine. Roll one for me too." I give in.
There was a point in life where Ty and I would smoke weed all the time, we couldn't go a week without it. And having to grow up with my mom being an addict made me fear addiction, so we both decided to quit at that moment.
After Ty and I were done I decided to leave because I didn't bring any clothes to stay over.
It's 6pm and I'm in a cab to Sammie's house. I don't know if it's the weed or me but I really feel I should apologise for being rude.
"Thanks," I say to the driver and get out. I walk to her front porch and knock on the door.
"Coming." I hear her say.
3 seconds later the door opens and Sammie glared at me.
"The fuck do you want?" she asks me coldly.
Her nappy curls are wet and she's in sweatpants and a vest.
"Uh..." I start but get starstruck. I look down at my feet because I'm surprisingly ashamed of how rude I was.
"Come in it's cold out there." she says and walk inside. I follow in and close the door. So we are seated on her couch and I still don't know how to apologise.
"Look, I know I can be a piece of shit sometimes, to people who don't deserve it..." I think of the lady I scowled at because of her dog. "So I just want to say I'm sorry because, you know, you didn't deserve to be treated the way I did."
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We Each Have Our Reasons
RastgeleA book series that follows the life of a teenage girl who has made very confusing and desperate decisions in her life. And like anyone else, she had her reasons. Tired of getting judged and discriminated for it... but sometimes she too feels she ha...
