Chapter 2

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I quickly opened the door

A boy my age grabbed me and pinned me to my bed. Ties my arms and legs to the four posts of my bed and aggressively tapes duct tape to my pale lips. He grabs my face forcefully pushing mine into his. As soon as he was done, he stood up at the foot of my bed and stared deeply at me, like he wanted something he couldn't have.

The strange thing was,

I've seen this man before.

I feel a giant splash of water fall upon my face. I hear some words fading into my mind.

"Wake up"

I heard it again.

"Wake up"

I suddenly heard something so loud my that eardrums exploded.

"Jay you're gonna be late for school! Get your lazy ass out of your bed and fucking get ready."

I could tell that voice anywhere, my brother Trey. I was still recovering from my fairly real dream and sit up in shock as all of it was fake. My brother is such a pain and I wish he could just stay in his own room. He is only 12 and thinks he is the shit at everything. It's like, calm the fuck down your not fucking Beyoncé.

I get ready just like my dream, not even kidding. Same hair, same clothes. Then I head off to school. We already graduated and this is like, one of our last days. I don't really care though. My friend Beth and I are going to the same college with the same dorms. I could care less about the shits that go to school here. Especially the fucking preps and cheerleaders dating their buff fancy ass football players. Me and Beth, we don't date, we stare. Whenever we get caught staring at some hot guy people say were not good enough for them or were worthless pieces of shit. There's worse but I'd rather not get into detail.

I park in my usual spot I've been in for the past 4 years, right next to Beth. Our Mornings consist of sitting one of our cars that is the warmest, and then staring at guys. You can say we go a little over board with it but we like seeing...

those football players,

after morning conditioning,

without their shirts on.

And the bell rings. We stick our finger guns into our mouths and repeatedly shoot until we part ways. Then we sit through hell until the final bell rings, then were out.

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