Son of a drug addict

Part. 27

A/N: Quick note! So I had this writing spree a while back, and I have written the whole story so I am going to publish a new chapter every 2 or 3 days. +++ this will have 36 chapters in total.

However, I hope you like this chapter. Leave a comment/vote if you want. xoxo

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********** Monday ***********

I went through my clothes. Lynn had insisted to wash all of my clothes. It was weird having perfectly clean clothes, expect for those shirts that has been too dirty for too long that they can't be clean again. We never did laundry. I mean, once or twice in a month. But if we did laundry, we didn't shower for 3 days. And oh my god shower. Back in home, it was cold for first 10 minutes and then it goes warm for 15 minutes, then it dies. But here, I could take a hot shower for 30 minutes. It's crazy.

It was Monday. Weekend went fine. Sunday was real nice, spent whole day with Chester.

I walked down the stairs and heard Lynn yell from the kitchen. "Mike! Hold on!"

I turn around front of the outer door, twitching my head in a lazy way. "What?"

"Your lunch" she said, coming out to bring me a brown back. She shoves it to my hand.

"I don't want this" I forced her to take it back but she insisted.

"Take it, Mike. Have a nice school day" she smiled.

"That sentence makes no sense, you can't put the word 'nice' before 'school day'" I smiled sarcastically.

"Go on!" Lynn hushed me out of the house.

I stepped on the porch and opened the brown bag. She packed my lunch. A nice thing to do but ain't my type. I dropped it on the first step and walked to the subway station, since Marcus wasn't there to give me a ride.

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I walked down the hallway as I felt a paper ball hit the back of my head. I grabbed it and saw a small note. 'junkie cunt' it said. I turned around to see who threw it and it was the guy who called me a freak once. I showed a middle finger and smiled at him. I crunched the paper and threw it away with force.

I saw Brad ahead.

"Hey, Bradford!" I said.

He looked at me. "Don't"

He walked away. I followed him. "I've been clean for 5 days"

"When I said a week, I meant 7 days" Brad grunted.

"Last time I was this long clean, I was 13" I said, grabbing his shoulder and stopping from walking.

He shook his head. "You fucked up. I'm disappointed in you"

"I'm disappointed in your face" I spat.

"Seriously" he rolled his eyes. "Just stop"

"Why?" I asked.

"You were on the fucking first page!" he shouted.

"They didn't mention my name" I said, folding my arms.

"But everybody knows it's you. Everybody in this school, in this town, in this neighborhood. Everybody knows you were the one who started it" he said.

"I didn't start it. He did"

"No one deserves to get beaten up so bad it causes CNS disorder" Brad said.