I woke up from my long sleep. I sat on the side of my bed the covers spread out across it. I looked around it was like I was dazed. Whilst I was observing my area I spotted 12 empty beer bottles and a couple empty cans of baby sham scattered around the desk. I then realised what happened last night. Me and my friends got drunk yesterday. I put my hand on my head, it felt like I was dying in my mind. My brain was rotting. At least it felt like it. I got up and walked round the corner of the bed to the mirror. I sighed as soon as I saw my face. I stood there staring at the mirror my face made me remember what happened on my first year of elementary school... I was the shy one in class I had no friends for the first couple of months in the school. I was walking round the playground it was the day I planned on getting some friends. I walked past the wooden train past the benches and there was a boy. He was in the last year of elementary school. He was tall pretty immature from what I had hear of him. He kept calling me "Black baby!" Again and again. I ignored him and carried on walking. He then said "you gonna cry black baby?" I finally got the guts to tell the head master. He was expelled shortly after for attempting to kick the head master's penis. Suddenly I heard my mother call I snapped out of my flash back and answered her "yeah mum!!" I stared at my reflection and sighed again "just me.." I turned away from the reflection approaching the chesterdraws.
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