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SITTING ON MY bed listening to music I glanced over at Shannon. Ever since that day where da yelled at us for being late she'd been acting weird towards me.
My favorite band- The Killers started playing. I recognized Smile Like You Mean It instantly. This song spoke measures to me. It made me feel every emotion and it just understood me.
About 30 minutes ago I snorted a couple lines of coke and the high was at its peak. I felt like I was on cloud 9. I couldn't feel my body and the music blaring in my ears helped me forget what the drugs couldn't.
I was doing homework (shocking) and so was Shannon. I pulled out a headphone when Joeys head peaked in the room. "I'm going to the store do you 2 need anything?" He asked.
Shannon shook her head, "no I don't think so." Joey turned to me, "yeah can you get me tampons?" He nodded his head once.
"Where's Aoife?" Shannon asked, I turned my head to Joey waiting for the answer. "She's in my room." Joey replied.
"Why are you going to the store so late?" I asked, Joey just smirked and raised his eyebrow. "Do you really want to know the answer?" Then he mouthed to me condoms.
I grimaced, I didn't need to know that my brother and best friend were about to have sex.
"Be safe Joe! I'm too young to be an aunt!" Shannon called out, as Joey left. Then her phone started ringing.
I put my headphone back in and resumed the song.
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IT WAS TOO early to be this drunk. Skipping school and getting wasted wasn't new territory for me. I didn't want to go home yet. I couldn't. So I went to Fort Quinn.
Fort Quinn wasn't actually a fort but an extremely small flat a little outside of Ballylaggin.
Nanny Murphy and Granda Murphy bought it for me. They told me to use it whenever I could and that it would always be there for me to use. I had never told anyone about it.
I offered to help pay but Granda told me that he'd set up an automatic deposit to the landlord and that it would always be paid for. Even after he died.
I hadn't been here in a long time. The flat was tiny but it was my favorite place ever. There was one room which was my kitchen, bedroom, and everything in between. Then there was a small bathroom.
It was all I needed. I opened the closet door and found what I was looking for. The closet had four shelves, each one packed with alcohol. Then a safe in the back.
The safe was where I kept all my money. And drugs. But mostly money. There was at least 50,000 euro in the safe.
I had worked a bunch of different jobs but when I was 15 I worked at a strip club under a fake id for around a year.
