White trash beautiful

Just go.

@I wasn't a stranger abandonment. In fact we were best friends. All my life no matter who they were or what they said they always left.  

7:30

"Fuck" I thought. I was gonna be late again. Surely I would be sent to ISS as soon as I stepped through the doors of first period. Mr. Callahan hated me. This is my second year in his remedial English class. Some days I think his hatred is because he knows I don't belong in his class. I'm awesome at English. If I actually attended class every day I might have a shot at passing.

I hurry out of bed and pull on my favorite pair of ripped jeans, slip on my trusty grey hoodie and step into my worn out black Van's. As I walk through the kitchen on my way out the door I notice most of the dishes we owned are smashed everywhere. Gary must have been here last night. "Drunk asshole" I say to myself. Gary is my dad. I don't know much about him other that the type of alcohol that corresponds with his actions. Whiskey is the reason we have to buy new dishware every few months. I just keep on my way through the house. Before I can open the door I see Lorraine on the couch. Mascara running down her face and a cigarette between her puffy chemical filled lips. "Hey Mom, let me get one of those." She tosses me the pack. I catch it with ease and pull one out as I light it I here my mother crying. "Don't be late for school. If your dean calls me one more time you're out of this house."

I make it to school in just enough time to stay out of trouble. For now at least. Can't maker any promises since its only the first class of the day. After English I was already ready to jump the back fence and sleep at the smoke spot for the next 3 periods. During my mental debate with myself I hear my name being called behind me. "Maaaaaaeee" when I turn I see a lanky arm waving at me, connected to the arm is the only friend I've had since I was 5. "Sage? You don't normal show up here till after lunch" I say with a laugh. "Shut up, my attendance is no worse than yours" he tells me with a smile. Sage is tall, like 6'3 tall. His hair is long and his curls are typically peaking out from under one of his various colored beanies. Sage is a typical slacker. He parties and is usually being scolded by some authority figure about being " To smart to throw your life away because you would rather get high in the parking lot than attend more that 2 classes a day" I endure the same lecture every week or so. What these teachers don't understand is how difficult it is to care about school when you have seen the dark parts of people and how shitty life really is. Not everyone is born to live the successful suburban lifestyle you see on TV. I go to one of the best high schools in the richest parts of town. My peers consist of sons and daughters of doctors and lawyers and business men and women. Very few can fathom the type of home I sleep in every night. Some wouldn't last an hour in my neighborhood. I live on the east side of town in one of the rundown trailer parks the city no longer cares about. My clothes are not new and instead of a brand new car on my 16th birthday I got a half smoked joint and a 6 pack of beer left on the counter with a note that said Be back in a few days.

I decide 2nd period won't miss me today. So me and Sage shove our backpacks in my locker and he a for the back gate behind the library. Once we are over the fence we take off through the field into the woods on the south side of the school. We stop running when we hit the trees the smoke spot is only a 2 minute walk from here. As we approach the old fluffy couch set dead center in the opening of the woods we hear voices. No surprise there, our friends have already started the day of avoiding our teenage responsibilities. When we are finally close enough to see whose there we realize it isn't our normal group sitting in the circle. "Who the fuck are you guys?" I say in an annoyed tone. There are three guys sitting in my hideaway. Suddenly I realize who they are when one of them looks up at me with his green bloodshot eyes. "Don't pretend you don't know me, Mae." He said with a seductively sinister smile. Dean Taylor. You've got to be fucking kidding me.