I woke up and saw a ceiling a unfamiliar ceiling at that. "What the hell" I said in a raspy voice "you're alright kid" a voice said "man where- where am I" I said rubbing me eyes "The Curtis Residence you'll be alright though" the voice said "well I got to go home" I said sitting up I looked down at my hand, my knuckles were bruised and my rig hurt real bad I stood up and shrugged "sit down" I finally looked at the guy, it was Darry, the guy who I called "all brawn and no brain" later that day. "OH SHIT" I yelled out moving sways real fast that guy wasn't just buff he was BUFF BUFF. "Calm down we ain't gonna hurt ya" he said "what time is it?" I asked "it's only 4pm" my stomach sank to my stomach "shit, my old man needs me home by 3" I said I grabbed my leather jacket and ran outside.
I walked down the street wondering what my old man would say to me, maybe he'd cuss me out or maybe he'd beat me. But I'm real good at lying so I'd probably get away with it anywho. I sighed as I stood in front of the front door. I slowly opened the door I looked around in the living room nobody was there I sighed in relief, but that soon ended when my dad came out of the kitchen with oh you guessed it a beer bottle! "Where the hell have you been!" My dad shouted at me I thought for a second, it was Wednesday which means I had study hall after school I just didn't go to it. "It's Wednesday I had study hall after school I thought I told ya" I said I was terrified was he gonna believe me? "Oh" he says before sitting down at the couch. "Ima go out with uh Stacy" I said "okay whatever" my dad said. I didn't know a Stacy I just made up a name right on the spot.
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The New Girl In Tusla
Non-FictionWell i'm in a new shit hole. I got suspended from my other school for getting in trouble to much it's not my fault I like to hunt action.
