Lost

almost Halloween

    It's Friday, and school just got out.
It's raining outside and I have to walk home.
  I walk with a group of friends and my "boyfriend" which is a long story but pretty much I accidentally got in a relationship.
   Anyways Monday is Halloween, and after Monday some of my friends planned to go sober or something
   Soo I knew this entire weekend was gonna be a party.
   But before I could even cross the street I already go ankle deep into a puddle soaking my left shoe and sock.
  This is gonna be great.
  I'm glad it's the weekend.
   Tonight is "youth group" which is another thing we do. Since we live across the street from a church we tell out parents were going to church but most of the time we just hang out smoke, and chill.
   But it's at night time so we just run around from 7-9.
   We used to actually go to the church. But that's something we don't relive often.
  My phone starts going off once everyone starts getting out if school. No, not because i have a lot of friends.
Because I'm in a group chat with my two crazy people.
   They are all discussing what's gonna happen tonight. So far and its looking pretty good.
  Alcohol, cigarettes, all the good stuff.
  Now walking home with a wet sock is a little more bearable.
  although I wish I had a car or something.
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Waking up with a lack of memory is a terrifying thing.
  Its happened to me at least a dozen times.
   Saturday morning. I dont really remember Friday but by the amount of pain I'm getting from my headache it must have been good.
   It's 4? In the morning and my friend Cheyenne is shaking me awake. I know why but I don't wanna get up.
  "Come on let's get out of here before anyone wakes up" I deeply sigh before pushing myself off the living room floor. Or our "room"
     "Do you recall anything if last night?" I say while tying my hair back, fixing my sweater and grabbing my small backpack that says LONDON
All over it, because once upon a time I believed I would have enough money to go.
   "Well no. But let's go"  we both go to leave her grandmother's house. Quickly opening and closing the front door.
   It's pitch black out and the ground it wet from rain. But the way the light shines on the streets from the near by street lights makes everything peaceful.
    We planned to go to the pit. Which is really just some grass field by shitty apartments. But on our way there it began raining so we stopped by a tree we knew pretty well.
    "Did you bring the lighter?" I ask sleepily as I pull out a joint
    "Did I bring a lighter, ha your funny", and she reaches into her bra and pulls out her favorite Zippo opening it and lighting the joint for me.
    I deeply inhale and pass it to her. And I breath out the smokes it mixes with my breath from the cold air, and everything becomes peaceful.
   "I need advil" I say closing my eyes as she passes it back to me.
   "No you need coffee, let's go to 7/11" she says once again taking my joint and killing it.
    "Fine but your paying"
    "Don't worry I planned on it."
   This weekend was already pretty great and it's not even Halloween yet.