Chapter 2: Jamie
I walked into my Art History lecture 10 minutes late and high as a kite. I slipped into an emptyseat and tried to focus on the teacher speaking but at the moment he had a unicorn horn and he had 6 foot long dreadlocks. 'Whatever, ill get the notes from someone' I thought. By the time class was over Iwas starting to come down from my high. "Damnit" I whispered as I slowly reinterred reality. I ducked into the nearest girls bathroom and locked myself in a stale. I got out my crack pipe and looked it dead in the eye. I knew I shouldn't do it but life was so much easier with drugs. I sighed put my pipe back into my bag and lit a cigerate. I took a deep inhale. I was starting to get cold chills and my brain hurt like it always does when I'm coming down. I sat stood up, then sat down, then stood up again. I threw my cigerate into the toilet and got my pipe back out.
