"Haha! Dude, you should have seen your face! Haha!"
He laughed loudly, mimicking my previous facial expression.
"Haha."
I laughed sarcastically,
"Your fucking face was the same, retard!"
I yelled and passed the joint back to him.
"Hey! Look!"
He pointed, randomly, off in the distance.
"What?"
I asked, leaning over in my seat in his brand new car.
"I dunno."
He laughed.
I laughed with him.
We were both so fucked up.
Suddenly my old, beat up phone went off, playing Kama Sutra by BrokeNCYDE.
We both laughed and danced drunkenly.
Because, well, we were.
Dunk and high.
If only we knew how much that phone cost us.
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Teen FictionJacen was only ten years old when he first did drugs. Jacen was only twelve when he became a father of two. Jacen was only thirteen when his parents died in a plane crash. Jacen was only fourteen when he was in a car crash that killed his best frien...
