Wake Up

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12.5oz of cocaine, 3oz of rock. Justin read off the ridiculous things people were trying to sell on the deep web. The were all the normal drugs and guns, but if he looked harder things like "17 rules to a well organized militia." and "assasins guide to the vital organs." poped up and scrolled across his laptop screen.
Exploring the darker parts of the internet was his favorite activity besides sleep. Hours after hours he spent trolling the methheads for bitcoins. His record was 9 just before school. Speaking of which, started in 15 minutes. He shut his laptop screen and dumped milk down his throat (but mostly down his shirt) he grabbed a granola bar, his bag, and his keys and hopped out the door.
Two Adele songs later he pulled up into the crowed parking lot of Hiland Highschool, home of the hornets and his worst nightmares. With as much confidence as he could muster he flung open the car door and akwardly stumbled his way to algebra. Justin was ok at math as long as no fractions teleported into the equations.
The shaky voice of someone who has smoked one to many cigs beebed into the intercom.
"If everybody will rise for the pledge." People all around the room tore themselves out of their seats to chant the familiar words. "I want to remind all students that the book fair is going on in room 203. And track tryouts will be on the first so come get your information packets in the front office if you want to tryo-" The lady on the intercom erupted in to an extreme coughing fit and had to be quieted by the nurse.
After her lungs stoped heaving and the speaker line was cut Justin's algebra teacher started to drone on about logs and parabolas.
Justin felt a wet glob hit the back of his neck and looked behind him in disgust to see where it had come from. Two boys he almost new were giggling and high fiving three desks back.
"Got a problem Justin?" One of then sneered. Justin shook the spit ball off and tried to ignore their cheering. He finished the doodle on his worksheet, turned it in and tried to read his book over the talk and laughter in the room.
A few minutes later the bell rang and it was time for his next boring and unessisary class which crawled by just as slowly.
When the hour ended lunch has begun and so had Justins fears of social contact.
"Get the hell outta my way dipshit!" someone yelled and then pushed Justin to the ground. And if that wasn't enough he then proceeded to stomp on his feet. So of course to avoid any more of this Justin got out of there as soon as possible. He bobbed and weaved through the hungry students and caught a glimpse of his favorite person. Iris Maxley.
She has long brown hair and a smile so bright the stars would be ashamed. She was drawing (probably something amazing) in a tiny scetchbook surrounded with her cooing friends. Justin let out a big sigh and the butterflies in his stomach then walked around her table to the door. He can't just talk to her. They don't even have a single class together So if he did she probably wouldn't even know who he was. But it's ok Justin is content to be alone, or at least that's what he tells himself.