The Other Team

broke as fuck

I put the picture back on my nightstand, thinking about Jane. Thinking how long ago it was that we had a friendly conversation. Then these feeling spiral into more sadness. Usually I would go to Jane if I had problems but I haven't done that in two years and those are worst two years of my life. I crawl out of my bed knowing that if I don't get up I won't eat, and if I don't eat then I'll be hungry all day tomorrow. I don't want that. Usually the I hadn't eaten the last night Jane would give me some of her lunch. I walk out my bedroom to find my mom passed out on the couch. I grab the empty beer cans and put them in the trash, and the simmering cigarette. I take a hit and snuff it out, she'll never know. She's usually too drunk to even remember my name.

I grab a burrito out the freezer, put it in the microwave and watch the frozen meal spin. I took it out and sunk into the couch to watch some shitty tv, but of course the tv breaks for the fifth time this week. I walk outside to breaker box and flip the on switch off and on. Close it and walk back inside. We don't usually have the best power, mostly because the little money my mom makes she spends on beer. We could barely even afford for me to play football had to pick up a summer job at 14.

I wonder how Jane's doing. Probably really well, the Byers family is super nice they were a second family to me. Will was always supper nice, but he's more quiet so we didn't talk much. I was over there for the most of my life, because of sleepovers and hangouts. I've been kinda lost without my actual family, you know?