Lost

Alexander

   I push snooze on the alarm blaring noise out of my phone. I hated waking up. It always meant that there was another 8 hours of walking from class to class doing nothing useful only to go back home, and do whatever.
    But then again it was an excuse to get out of this house.
     I never took those Xanax last night, because I wanted to be able to walk straight today.
   So currently all 4 bars sit in a book perfectly carved out to hold a small baggie full of pills.
   I loved my books, although everyone thinks that that's clearly something I would never do, my life wasn't always drugs.
   I have an entire shelf full of books I've read and or are reading and before that I had a nook full of books. Until I broke it one day falling off a chair.
    I had chosen a book I had read at least twice though and knew I probably wouldn't pick up again, but I still get sad sometimes knowing that if I did want to read it again I couldn't.
    It always took me somewhere else and made me happy, the same way movies and drugs do.
     But who has time for those anymore after you've already hit the snooze button 3 times and have 15 minutes to get ready.
    It never took me long to get ready.
I take a pair of usually black or grey pants. Some random band T-shirt and my very worn out black ( or green but used to be black converse) and walk into the bathroom.
    Believe it or not I'm very organized with almost everything I do. If I'm not it'll annoy me.
    Anyways once in the bathroom I pull back my long brown annoying hair brush my teeth then stare at myself as I put on my clothes. Quickly after taking down my Hair brushing it , slipping on my shoes and waiting for my blonde friend Angelica to show up.
   In the mornings my dad was always at work and my mom was usually passed out from last night's binge drinking.
   So I could do anything in the mornings but I don't want to.
    It doesn't take too long before she walks into the house, and I grab my bag and we both head out.
    Going threw the usual back alleys and onto this weird trail. We usually see the same old people walking down this trail but today there was someone new.
    Some guy riding on a very warn out board, and the thing that made him noticeably different was the freshly lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
   "HEY!" I shout out. Angelica smacks me in the shoulder slightly. Laughing. The guy stops and points at himself. "Yea you."

   "Oh yeah what can I do for you....?"

    "Cece, and I was gonna see if you had a cig I could bum from you"

   "Oh, Cece a bad girl aren't you." And I can't help but smile. "One moment"
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack. He tosses it to me, and I catch it surprised.
 
    "Your giving me the pack?" I say pulling out one, and sticking it into my mouth. "Your a highschooler right? No way packs come this easy"

    "Eh well you see I had this pack, and then this girl who seems to be possibly the only one who would talk to me asked if she had one, and I suddenly realized maybe she'd like the whole pack."  I smile

   "Thanks" I pull a lighter out if my bra, and light it in taking the comforting taste of poison.

   "No problem." He says. "Aren't you gonna offer one to your blonde friend here?" I look over at her and laugh.

  "She doesn't like them."

  "Her loss." And he gets back on his board and starts skating away.

  "Wait! I never caught your name!"

  "Alexander"

  I look down at the pack of cigarettes in my hand and it makes me happy. I don't know why but something about him makes me want every piece of him.

   This is probably gonna lead to something bad but why not have a little fun while I can.