Teenage Tragedy

"What are you drinking and can I have some?"

Chapter two 

Suki:

 I slam upstairs, having just got in from Nando’s. “I have only just got you back I don’t want to lose you again”  “Zia is just a call away”  “Seriously; she’s the most amazing person you’ll ever meet!” “, Joey’s sleeping round mine, aren’t you baby?” You’ve only just got her back? It’s called the fucking Internet, talk to her on that and stay away from me! Who cares if your aunt’s just a call away? It doesn’t change the fact that your parents fucking hate you and keep abandoning you whenever they get sick of you! It’s not like I can do that! She is not the most amazing person I have ever met; she’s the most ordinary, generic, mediocre, idiot of a girl! The stupid fluttery kind everyone seems to think is a gift straight from god! Merie probably won’t think she’s so amazing if she opens her eyes for two seconds and sees how her boyfriend looks at her. And I get it, you have a boyfriend and I don’t, you’re fucking perfect and I’m not, now please would you give it a rest!

   As I walk into the hall, I wait for my parents to come out and yell at me for being late. Nothing. For some reason this really pisses me off. Do they even care? I stomp back into the kitchen, and grab a bottle of vodka and a book. Time to try out the excellent life hack of getting drunk until it doesn’t matter that all your friends hate you. I throw myself down on my bed and start glugging. I giggle psychotically. You know who likes getting drunk? Joe. You know who’s not getting drunk right now? Fucking Joe. “Ahahaha!” I yell triumphantly. I decide to ring Jack, he’s been my best friend since primary school, but I don’t see him so much these days. However, only he can truly appreciate the bad-ass-ness of this moment. He doesn’t pick up. Well then, fuck you and your non-customized voicemail; there are plenty of people for me to force my company on. I dial Joe’s number. The bottle of vodka is nearly half gone now. “Ring, ring” I mumble in time with my phone. Joe isn’t picking up, but I leave the phone ringing. “Suki?” Suddenly his voice picks up on the other side.

“What do you want?” I mutter.

“You called me!” he cries, sounding confused.

“So I did. Want to come over?”

“Your voice sounds weird, is something wrong? Is someone there, are you alright?”

“No one’s here, that’s the freaking problem, all aloney, on her owney, that’s Suki.”

“I don’t-” his voice broke off “Suki Soprano are you drunk?” he says in amazement.