This is a mid 90s fanfic!
TW! STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, DRUGS AND VIOLENCE!
family problems drive you out of where you've spent your whole life living, thousands of happy, sad, angry emotions gone to waste. but that's all worth it when yo...
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"And I know what you're thinking, smoking weed? What a dumb teenager move. But it makes me happy so I don't give a fuck."
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"When was the last time you saw to your father?" The social worker asked me, with a notepad and pen in her hand ready to write down my answer.
"30, 40 minutes ago?" I say, saying any random number that pops up in my mind.
"Okay, when was the last time you spoke to your father?"
"Two hours and 34 minutes ago." I say, looking at the clock on the wall behind her.
"Y/n, we're gonna need honesty to make this work." She says as she sighs and puts down her pen.
"I am being honest?" I say.
"Well, if you are, if you aren't. Y/n we're gonna be coming out there tomorrow to talk to you father, and if he isn't there, I'm afraid we're gonna have to move forward with foster care. I want to assure you, we will find you and your brother a safe loving home."
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She really thought I was gonna be happy to hear that. That was the conversation I had with my social worker around 20 minutes ago.
My little brother Liam is already in foster care, he left last week. So it's just been me, I can't say I don't like it though. It's peaceful, but I miss his presence, he keeps me sober.
And sober is not the word I'd use to describe myself from the last few days. Smoke weed, and do all that dumb shit the world tries to forbid you from.
I don't do any of that hardcore shit though. You know, like coke, meth, crystal or whatever. I made that mistake once, but I don't wanna get to that too soon.
Damn y'all only just found out my name like five minutes ago.
I'm debating whether I should go to my favourite place and smoke, or go home and pack since I know damn well my dad ain't coming home for the social worker visit tomorrow.
Maybe I should do both.
I skate home which is like 20 minutes away from here, I live in the city of New York.
