We're All Just The Same (Matty Healy)

This is how it goes....

I start my day the same as always, shower, makeup,breakfast, work.

I walk to my job at  a grocery store down the street. I work all week so I can party all weekend. Partying is the only interesting thing that happens in this town, but not just any party I'm talking about my so-called 'bestfriend' Ryans annual Saturday smoke weed and get pissed before 10 parties. 

Most of the guest are local and around the same age as me, 22 that is. I as always am 1 of around 3 girls who regularly attend these shindigs,I utterly hate both of them,tho I seem to dislike many people so no surprises there. 

My so-called 'best friend'/party host, Ryan is 1 of the town's biggest stoners,I have only ever witnessed this boy sober on two occasions the first was when his grandma past and his mother made him sober for the funeral,and I had to stay by his side the whole day and make sure he didn't smoke.The second........... was when we fell in love for one night and slept together but that shall never be mentioned again,I'm not even sure if he remembers it....

Well my name is Dylan Harris and I don't know much about much, but what I do know is music, I play guitar and not to be cocky, but I'm pretty darn good at shredding a few cords. I could definitely be in a band if this town wasn't so full of stoners and alcoholics.

I hate smoking. 

Yet i smoke. 

I hate the thought of them,there literally sticks of cancer but yet, i voluntarily smoke them to fit in with Ryan's crowd.

Yeah, i smoke weed, but only in my dark times,It brings a light to me that I can't get when sober.

I'm not too good in social situations but I act like a different more confident person at these parties so people like me.

I don't enjoy my life, every day almost routine, every weekend almost scripted for my character to show up confident and cool.

All I know, is music is my escape,through writing and my guitar I escape this fake and sad person I have become in this town.

I blink away my thoughts and step behind the counter of the check out station and place my stupid cap on my braided blonde hair I let out a huge sigh before my first customer steps in front of me,placing  on a fake smile and continue doing my job.

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First chapter down i hope you enjoyed my name is india feel free to ask me any questions or whatever,im a pretty crapy writer but im gonna try and keep this story shortish and hope you stick with me xx