I haven't gone to school. I don't plan on it either. I'm probably going to get suspended for fighting on campus anyway. My mom didn't come home until about 4am. And was so shit-faced drunk she forgot to close the front door.
Finn kept texting me, asking me how I'm doing and stuff. I really like him. Dad just notified me about a business trip he will be heading on in a week, which will leave me to rot with my mother. She's a good person really... But after her dad passed a few years back, she hasn't had the best grip onto everything.
I love her so much but... I just don't know. When my dad hears about the fight at school I'm a goner. My dad is a fucking peace warrior. He hates fights, discrimination, bullying. If he finds out his own daughter was involved in a fight I'll be grounded for life. I get up off my bed, throwing on some random band t-shirt and pull off my jeans. I rub my feet against the carpet, the friction burning my foot as I try to think of what to do.
Food. Eating is healthy. I race down the stairs my long hair flying around as I do so. My moms asleep with a hangover and frankly doesn't care if I go to school or not. I open the pantry, colors and packaging greeting me causing me to smile. I love food OK?
I grab some fruit snacks and lay down lazily on the couch. The packet makes a small noise as I tear it open leaning back on a fluffy pillow, that crushes under my weight. My thoughts drown me as flavor comes into my mouth, but one sticks out to me the most like a sore thumb.
I really really like Finn Wolfhard.
