all the little things

ch2

Renton at the top!

Renton-

i woke up at 7:30 to the blaring of my alarm. within 3 seconds, yesterdays events flowed into my mind. my memory was hazy, but i did remember clear enough to thank Aaron in my head. i mean, why didnt he snitch? it was strange. i was still slightly agitated that he wasted my pot, but glad he caught me before any teachers did. realising i only have 40 minutes to get ready, i got up and went to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth, got into my uniform and went downstairs to make breakfast, greeting my mum on my way down. i didnt have a dad. he left when i was 8 years old. im happy with just my mum around though. no more drunken shouting and fights. i made nutella toast and gobbled it down as i didnt have much time left and school was a 10 minute walk. i slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag and waved goodbye to mum.

when i got to school, i talked to my friend dylan for a while before the bell rang, signalling 1st period. dylan went off to PE as i walked to maths. i fucking HATED maths. i was shit at it and Mr. Monroe despised my guts for it. begrudgingly, i walked into the classroom and slumped onto my chair. i listened to that sack of shit blabber on about pi for 20 minutes before he handed out the worksheets for us to complete. i spent ten minutes working out some stupid question and when i completed it, i gave up and pretended to write, craving a blunt. when lesson ended i walked to second period, geography. i talked to mikey the whole lesson, occasionally getting scolded by Mrs. Forbeson for doing so. the bell rang and i ran off to break, desperate for some weed.

when i turned the corner to my sesh spot, i saw Aaron standing there. "what are you doing here?" i asked, slightly annoyed. "i thought you'd come here." he said with a shit eating grin on his face. "anyways, jokes aside, i need to talk to you. cm'ere." he patted the spot next to him. i went and sat down, a look of disappointment scrawled onto my face. "look man, as much as i know you probably love weed, you need to stop." i looked at him, bewildered. "Aaron you cant just tell an addict to stop smoking!" i whisper-shouted. "i know. thats why i did research." he spoke seriously. i looked even more dumbfounded at this point. he actually did research? to try get me to quit? why was he helping me? i barely knew the guy. I listened on anyways. "alright renton, we're gonna do this step by step. first, you need to smoke less and less each day for about a week. thats gonna get you used to having less weed, bringing you to the next step, but i'll save that for another time." he explained. i gave him an 'are you serious look'. he sighed, "renton, this shit can fuck up your life you know that?" he said, almost solemnly. "how? its just a bit of weed." i asked. "if the school finds out, they'll kick you out immediately, and it'll be hard to find another school that will accept you in. it slows your mental development, making it harder for you to keep up in life. you could end up homeless, you know that? thats how." he spoke. i thought for a minute. maybe he was right. maybe i should stop. but then again its my only coping mechanism to calm all the shit going on with me. the bell rang. "get back to me at lunch, if im not here just wait for me, yeah?" he said "cool, see ya later." i replied. he waved me goodbye and went off to class.

for the next two periods i thought about it. what he was saying was right, i knew it deep in my heart, but i loved weed. what else would i do? i didnt wanna go back to my old life. fuck that. the long term effects are worse. i need to quit. geography ended and i went to the meeting spot. there he was, looking at me with...hopeful eyes? i brushed that feeling off and walked up to him. "so i thought about it," i started, "and youre right. the long term effects are worse, and im sure i can find a different way to cope online. im on board with the plan." aaron smiled "thank fuck." he spoke "no smoking the stuff in school though, alright? only at home yeah?" "yeah." i agreed. we went to the lunch hall, i was laughing my arse off as he told me some stupid shit to take my mind off of my urges. we sat down with his friends, some of them i knew and some i didnt. that was fine though, at least i wasnt a total stranger to the group. the lunch bell rang and i went through the rest of the day. i smoked a blunt before i went to bed, dozing off in my sluggish state of mind.

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