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I’ve never done anything like this before, I was always the good girl that tried to do everything perfect to make my dad happy. And I also just didn’t do this kind of stuff because I didn’t want to be anything like my mother. Now I was sitting with these kids, who I really didn’t know, besides my new foster brother Travis, at the park in town.
At first we were just hanging out, laughing and talking, I kind of just sat there awkwardly, Travis had invited me to come with him, said I needed to learn to relax. Now I know what he meant, about ten minutes into hanging out, one of the boys produced a small baggie of weed. They passed a blunt around the circle, after Travis took a puff, and blew the smoke out in rings, he turned to me holding it out. I sat there for a second just staring at it. I noticed all the kids were watching me.
“come on, just relax.” Travis says with a smirk, a couple of the kids laughed, I laughed too and took the blunt in between my fingers, so I guess this is what peer pressure was like. Travis wrapped his hand around mine, and guided the blunt to my lips. He raised a lighter to it, I watched the glowing flame burn the end of the blunt. “now suck in.” he says, I did and felt the burning tickling sensation of the smoke, filling my mouth and traveling down my throat to my lungs, my lungs burn as it builds up, and I erupt in a fit of coughing.
Travis pats me lightly on the back, laughing, and I laugh too through my coughs, it was nice being part of a group, and being worry-free, it hadn’t been like that for me in a long time. “don’t worry, you have virgin lungs, we’ll fix that.”
I pass the blunt to the boy next to me, I think his name is Jake or something like that.
We pass the weed around until it’s not possible to get anymore from it. My head is spinning and my body feels heavy. When I move my arms it feels like I’m holding a bag of rocks, and my mouth is dry, I move my tongue around in my mouth, then burst out laughing when I realize how weird this is.
I lay back in the soft grass, and look up at the black sky speckled with bright stars. It’s so beautiful, and I feel so free. The grass seems to wrap me up in it, comforting me, there’s a cool breeze that blows over me, and I can hear the low murmur of crickets in the distance. This was the best feeling ever, I didn’t have to worry about what was going on in my life, I didn’t have to think about the bad memories that tortured me most of the time, I could just lay back, and take everything in, without feeling.
“Hey, Becca.” I have the vague sensation of someone pulling on my arm, “becca wake up.” I open my eyes slightly, Travis is kneeling next to me in the darkness, “come on, we gotta get home before Sean and Allison wake up.” He says. I slowly sit up and look around through blurry eyes, we’re still in the park, but no one else is here.
“shit, what time is it?” I ask, rubbing the last bit of sleep from my eyes.
“four, Sean gets up at five for work, he’s gonna kill us if we aren’t back before then.” He stands up and holds his hand out to me, I grab it and he pulls me up, I brush my clothes off and run my hands through my hair.
As we walk down the road towards the outskirts of town where our foster parents live, I wrap my sweatshirt tightly around me, to keep the cold out. Before I had fallen asleep, the breeze had felt wonderful, now I felt groggy, and cold, I just wanted to crawl into my bed and sleep for a day.
“on Fridays, we always go to Jakes house cause his parents always go away for the weekend so he has the house to himself, we smoke and drink, you know stuff like that, but anyway you can come tomorrow night if you want.” I wanted to blurt out yes, because I couldn’t wait to feel what I had felt tonight, but I didn’t want to sound like one of those good girls that just wants to be cool by going to parties.
“Uhh yeah sure.” I say, trying not to sound too excited. Travis shoves his hands in his pockets.
“cool.” He does a way better job of not sounding excited.
Travis had left his window open when we had left so we would have a way back in the house without being detected. His window was perfect for entrance because his bedroom was in the basement so it was ground level. Travis jumped through his window, landing effortlessly on the ground before his bed, then I ducked in, landing, with a loud thump on his bed.
“fuck.” He says, I begin to move but Travis holds his hand out to me with his finger to his lips, he looks up as if waiting for something. After a moment when nothing happens, he relaxes and helps me off his bed, “now be quiet going up to your room, if one of them see’s you just say you were getting a glass of water or going to the bathroom.”
“alright” I whisper “goodnight.” I say
“yeah” he mumbles then flops onto his bed in a heap.
I open the basement door just an inch so I can look out, everything seems pretty quiet still, so I step out into the kitchen and quietly close the door. I tiptoe/run through the living room, where the door to Sean and Allison’s bedroom is, and rocket up the stairs to the landing.
There are three bedrooms on the third floor, mine, a little boy named Jonah’s, and twelve year old girl Angels, which her name doesn’t really describe her. I creped passed the two open doors, where I heard slow breathing, down to my room, I’m about to open my door, when the floor behind me creaks. I whip around to see Angel, her hair messy and wearing a large t-shirt.
“this is all a dream-m-m” I say in a ghostly manner, she snorts, well it was worth a try
“where were you.” She says in her best attempt at a whisper.
“shhh, I was out with Travis, now go back to bed. And don’t tell Sean and Allison you saw me”
“oh fine, “she says rubbing her eyes “ I won’t tell, as long as you read me a story tomorrow” great she’s a little black mailer
“yeah, fine, just go to bed.” She turns and goes back to her room, and I go into mine. I fall into my creaky bed and bury my face in my blankets, I don’t even bother changing into pajamas, it was almost morning anyways.
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I awake in the morning to two kids jumping on my bed, and yelling my name. I roll over still half asleep and look up at them.
“what, are you two doing?” I say somewhat angrily, but I’m also somewhat amused.
“we’re going to be late for school.” Angle whines, as she rips the covers off of me and throws them over Jonah’s head who then runs screaming and giggling from the room.
“what do you mean, what time is it?” I ask, she folds her arms and jumps off my bed
“its seven forty-five, school is at eight-o-five, and we have to walk, because Allison has a headache.” I groan loudly, and literally roll out of my bed onto the floor. A little over three hours of sleep doesn’t do it for me. “let’s go” she grumbles, pulling on my arm like she’s trying to pull it off.
“fine I’ll be down in two minutes, is Travis already up and ready.”
“He’s already at school, he had detention this morning. “She says as she runs out of my room, I hear the thud of her footsteps flying down the stairs. “Two minutes!” she yells
“I got it!” I shout back. I quickly unzipped my sweatshirt and threw it on the ground, then picked up the only other sweatshirt I had and pulled it over my head, I still had my jeans on from the night before and one of my shoes. The other shoe was at the end of my bed twisted up in the sheets. I shoved it on my foot and raced down stairs.
Angel stood by the door with Jonah, they both had their backpacks on already.
“that was three minutes.” She said, she was always full of attitude, I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever, let’s go.” I open the door and herd them out.
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