"So you think you're the only one that isn't to fault Kathy," Goerge huffs out a small breath and then shakes his head in disbelief. It takes a crazy messed up person to think what they all are thinking right now.
Kathy shivers in the cold atomsophere and then shrugs, "fuck I don't even know anymore. It is fucking useless George. It is just-" she trails off as she looks down. She brings her knees together and put her arms around them as she begins to purse her lips.
"What are you trying to say huh?" Blake asks as he sits down once again. Out of all this time they keep pacing the floor hoping they could find any answers but all to fail.
"I'm saying what if it's all just a phase he was-"
"Don't you even dare in hell say something like that. Don't even start. We all are to blame. No one saw signs," George brushes off his knees and then leans more back on the ground. He looks at the dirt covered concrete to see if he can find any explanation as to why this is happening.
Blake looks over at George and lets out a harsh laugh, "why are you saying that? You think you are a best friend to him or what?"
George looks up but reluctantly looks back down, "I'm saying it's all our faults whether we were close to him," he looks over at Kathy and Kathy licks her lips, "Or not."
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Four Months Earlier....
In the real world there are three types of drunks. The funny and boss ass bitch kind of drunk. The sleepy and calm drunk. Or the aggressive and violent drunk that always ruins the party.
Reece Collins always liked to think he was a funny and laid back kind of guy anyway. Yet he still stayed humble and truly down to earth regardless how sober he was.
He would like to be somewhere in between the life of the party and being the dogs friend. Now that he is in this new school everything seems to change. He only transferred to the new school a semester ago so while summer is going he hardly knows anyone at all.
Most of the time people are so easy to get a long with and it is easy to make friends. But Reece has left those type of friends behind and being at the new school he feels uncomfortable. It is hard to change from something you are so familiar with and so comfortable with to something out of the perspective.
Yet in all his glory he still managed to make one friend.
"And what happens if you get a floater on let's say isle ten?" Blake Johnson, a fellow senior asks.
Reece looks from one customer to the isle Blake says and puts his thinking cap on, "You go through the radio instead of calling someone over and say we have a floater on the isle."
Floater. Small talk for children's puke or any puke in general. Reece is just happy it's not him who would have to clean it up.
"Very good," Blake says with a side smirk and then makes Reece follow him. He handles a customer's request and directs them to the cashier and then goes back to Reece. "You're getting the hang of this really well. Sooner than later you will work up front. That's where most of the questions are at."
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Beautiful Song
Teen Fiction"There is no one that should be able to tell you life is not worth it. No one." Reece could have anything he could ever ask for. The popular cheerleader girlfriend, the full ride scholarship to his dream college. But not everything is as amazing...
