I left school after being held after for detention. The sky was dark grey and it was raining hard. I pulled the hood of my leather jacket over my head and lit a cigarette.
"Chloe! Wait up!" it was Chris calling for me. I turned up the Nirvana song playing on my iPod and started walking faster. There were lots of rumors being spread about me and I didn't want to deal with anyone right now. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face Chris.
"Hey. I'm having a party tonight. My trailer at 8?" he asked. You see, as soon as he turned 18, Chris moved into a trailer. He's 19 now, and was held back in 8th grade.
"Why would I want to go?" I asked, bored.
"There will be drugs."
"Pot?" I asked.
"Yeah. And the good kind, too."
"Alright. I'll be there. Who else is going?"
"Charlie the hippie, Max the emo, Jay the psycho, and Brandon the bad boy," he replied.
"Stereotypes much?" I asked. Chris smirked.
"What am I?"
"Chloe the grunge girl," said Chris. I smiled. I like that.
"Alright, Chris the Junkie," I began, "see you at 8." I blew cigarette smoke out of my mouth and into his face.
"Chloe! Don't forget to bring money!" Chris called after me.
"Don't worry. I've got it," I mumbled, walking away from him.
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Mental Illnesses
Подростковая литератураChloe has bulimia, is depressed and self harms Max self harms Charlie has anorexia Jay is suicidal. Brandon has depression and anxiety. Chris has the drugs. TRIGGER WARNING!!! (No smut)
