Innocence

School

December 15th, 2017.
7:21am

I woke up before my alarm, so I just shut it off entirely.

It was the last day of school for Christmas Break, so I might as well just run through it.
School for me wasn't that hard. I liked it.
I could fly through my work efficiently with ease. Especially in my Language Arts work.
Friends weren't a big concern. I had those people I'd say hi and talk to throughout the day, but normally I'm just by myself.

I got out of bed, stretched, and walked over to my closet to put some good clothes on.
As I dig through the basket, I've realized I couldn't find my cigarettes.

I didn't put them back nor move them in general after setting them down on the window ledge last night.

I scattered through that basket all the way through, couldn't find nothing.
My mother could've came down last night and seen them. Although I don't want to think that, it's the most likely thing.

Then I heard it.

"Tracey?" My mother shouted from the top of the stairs.
"Are you awake?" She added.

"Yeah, I'm just getting ready!" I responded.
"Okay well when you're ready, come up here. I've got something for you.." She says.

I didn't think twice about what she said, and I continued to get ready for school.
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7:40am

I walked up the stairs into the kitchen.
Awaiting me on the island in the kitchen, my package of cigarettes.

Fuck.

"I went downstairs last night to wash my outfit for the dinner tonight, and I seen this sitting on your window ledge. Would you care to explain?" My mom says in an angrily tone.

Hesitating to say anything, I was stepping backwards slowly towards the door. "I'm sorry, I have to go school, I already missed yesterday-" then I ran straight outside, running to my bus stop.

Today wasn't as cold as yesterday, but I added extra protection just in case.
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Northern County Junior High, 8:38am.

My bus always stops right beside my school, which is a big convenience considering how cold it always is in this town.

My school was an old school.
Made in 1919, specifically as a hospital for the insane, now turned into a junior high school. Wasn't much of a difference there.

I entered the school, some kids were running around, there were people sitting around catching up on homework or just hanging out before the bell rang.

I'd try to get to school just before the bell rings because I don't really have anything to do in the morning. I'm always done my work during class, and I always keep my art work at home with the intentions just to keep everything safe.

I walked to my locker and opened it up, putting my backpack in and getting out my essential supplies for my classes for the day.
After doing so, I decided to just wait outside the room of my first class.

I just couldn't stop thinking about what my mom has to say, I'm gonna be so fucked by the time I get home.