I wake up to my parents screaming at each other and with that, I get dressed and put my hair up in a braided bun. I'm not in the mood to stick around this shithole, so I grab my backpack and take my leave via the fire escape.
My friend, Meghan, is waiting for me outside of the apartment building in her usual get-up, which consists of a tank top, some beat up chucks, and her boyfriend's jeans-- not boyfriend-style jeans, oh no, her actual boyfriend's jeans.
"Hey, Rach," she greets me, taking out her mobile.
"Boyfriend?" I ask as we start walking to the city bus stop.
"Yeah, he just can't seem to leave me alone for a second," Meghan gushes. She isn't bothered by his constant companionship. "He's so cute."
I roll my eyes, Meghan has been with Stevie since we were in kindergarten.
"You smell like weed, Rach," she notes, tsking at me. "I sure hope you weren't smoking with that Richy trash, whatever her name is."
I feel my face redden. "No, I haven't heard from her in ages," I lie, looking down at the old sneaks Leonie gave me when she got new ones. If I ever told Meg the truth, she'd most certainly kill me.
"Good, she's a stupid bitch who needs to stay away from the rest of us," Meghan hisses as we approach the stop. "Stevie!" Meghan's whole demeanour immediately changes as she spots her boyfriend. She runs to him and hugs him hard.
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School is just about as interesting as all-hell, so when I get the chance to sneak out and take a drag on the remainder of the joint from last night, I take it. My mind keeps flicking back to Leonie and her eyes resting on mine when I lit her up the previous night. My stomach does flip-flops until I push the thought out of my mind, focusing on the drugs entering my system.
