A Week In The Life Of A Druggie

Day 1 - the storm.

Miss Brown POV

*whistles* "you got the stuff?" I came to get my daily dose of heroine and a bong." My dealer handed me the goods, i paid and left. I was supposed to be marking books but heck all i wanted to do rn was getting high and drink patron.

I hopped in my car and sped down street to get home. Recently i don't know what's happened to me. My mom died 5 months ago , she was my world, sure we argued but don't we all? I loved her so much and her death. Her death. Tore me apart. I slammed on the brakes, in the middle of the street, the rain pelting down on the car hard. I tried to compose myself but the tears just flowed. I missed her so much. I haven't told work about my mom's death because i didn't want any of the fuss or any special attention and exeptions. I decided to keep my business to myself and handle it the only way i knew how. Drugs. Plus to add to the pressure i have a 14 year old son Jason and me and Jason's dad Craig, split up about 3 months ago.
Turns out he was cheating on me with my bestfriend. I nearly killed her ratchet ass but then i remembered how my momma raised me. I came all the way here to Minneapolis to get away from Craig and start fresh. I had to makeup some lie to tell Jason because i didn't want him hating his dad that shit had negative effects later on in life. Trust me. Plus he's doing exams and he doesn't really need the excess stress. I just home my baby is patient with so i can get myself together.

I flopped down on my couch, and stared at the *FINAL DEMAND* letters on the coffee table just staring up at me. I Sighed at the sight of depression and stress in just some letters. Thank God Jason isn't here yet he's staying at a mates i really didn't want him to hate this place, it just needed a lick of posting and some carpet. I'd really let the letters pile up and i knew it wouldn't be long before my landlord sent the bailiffs and kicked me out. The rent was due soon and i spent all my wages on damn drugs and alcohol. "What are you doing with yourself Nicola!" I sat up and tried an optimistic approach. "Okay, you can get yourself back on track, make momma proud and show her you are good at what you do." Momma never believed i could handle being a teacher but i guess she was right. Momma was so wise i shouldve listened to her and became a doctor! Maybe i wouldn't be in this mess. I got up and looked around my apartment. Did i mention it looks a mess!!! Nah bitch you in this mess cause of your stupid ex Craig! I looked around the condo, i hadn't washed up in agesss. Too scared, I'll push up my stupid water bill. Pizza boxes and Chinese covered the surfaces, my once white sparkling tile floors were now black with stains. How tatty! No wonder yo ass single and lonely. Cupboards were wide open, the bin was overflowing, not to mention the rest of the house.

I made a start on the kitchen scrubbing,washing, drying, emptying the bin, cleaning my surfaces. By the time I'd finished ur was 2 am and my kitchen looked spotless! Good as new. but i still hadn't marked the books. For gods sake. Damnit. I admired my kitchen before frowning at the rest of my house. That would have to wait. I had to mark these exam papers. I went into my bedroom got the exams and rolled and lit a joint and made a start.
3:55am
"Uugh oh my god. What is wrong with me!" I threw the exam papers on the coffee table disgusted with myself. Since momma died and i started with the drugs, my teaching isn't what it used to be. I sat back and reminisced on the times when my class was enthusiastic to learn, my lessons were fun, the books & exams were always marked and i enjoyed teaching! Now look at me. High asf. slumped on my sofa and because of me my pupils are getting rubbish grades and loads of different teachers.
You know what's worse. My favourite student Jasmine Blake just got an F! A fuckin "f" like seriously. I got up and decided that from tomorrow things would be different.

Next day.

I don't have any lessons until 4th period today so i stayed in my office and marked books getting everything up to date.
*Knock knock knock knock*
"Come in!"

The door swung open and Jasmine burst through an angry look plastered all over her face. "What the hell is this!!" She threw he test paper on my desk and gave me a dirty look. I was quite taken back by her outburst but i shouldve expected it cos it was all my fault. "Umm Ur exam results miss Blake." I tried to stay calm. "Don't get smart with me miss these results are pathetic, now listen up, us pupils go into your shitty classes everyday hoping for a decent lesson, a lesson with you, a lesson where we actually learn something and then you wanna dish out this!" she pointed to her test paper. She was really angry and she was red. Like she's black how the fuck can you get so angry you turn red "excuse me Miss Blake what the heck makes you think you have the authority to be coming up in here getting in loud to me! I am a member of staff, you better show some respect! " i stood up refusing to let her walk all over me. "Err actually i do, your a rubbish, unreliable, pathetic excuse of a teacher and its all your fault that i got these grades! If your ass actually bothered to show up to class and showed some interest maybe i would be getting an "A". She stormed out the class slamming the door sending a storm of air to send all papers flying around my office.

I sighed and reorganised my files.