Mary Jane [disjointed]

1 | Mary Jane is My Real Name

" let's explore outer space together..."

Sitting behind the school, smoking a blunt - her migraine was pounding in her skull, last day of school. She didn't care of students having fun inside - it was a bunch of bullshit people being assholes and bitches and dicks. Puffing smoke, she smiles in relief- the one thing she loved about her mother was the fact she worked at a weed shop to help people. Well she had migraines, depression and anxiety. Most of that caused by her step mother from living with her father, and being there alone when Travis was in school was scary. So she lived with her mother some nights - so Travis once graduated came back took her with him to his mom's and that's where she's at now. Like not now, now...

"Well if is isn't Miss Maria Jane Feldman smoking the devil's salad behind the school? No surprise there from a stoner loner like you," a voice snicker, looking up from her small place on the ground minding her business. Mary saw Heather Olsen, the most popular bitchest girl at school. She was a prude of weed but not to sex.

Mary looks up with her hazel eyes looking dully at the strawberry blonde. She looks down at her joint then to Heather who stood there arms crossed and the most annoyed face ever. "You know for someone who's Christian, you sure do sleep a lot but have a problem with weed which is may I remind you a natural medical plant," Says Mary taking another puff and blowing it at her making her fake cough like crazy as Mary rolled her eyes. "Also the name is Jane, Mary Jane."

The cheesy James Bond reference did nothing for the blonde as to what happen next as Heather lunged into her wrestling the stoned blonde to the ground behind the school.

"What the fuck get off of me you crazy bitch!" Screeched Mary as Heather punched her cutting her off with a scream.

"You like to smoke hug Bitch?" Heather pinned her arms with her some what skinny stick legs which had muscles surprisingly. "Like killing yourself on the inside?" She takes the joint from the ground beside them. "Let's see how you react to it physically."

Mary's eyes widen and before she could protest, Heather took the joint and burned it to her skin making her cry in pain as her arm burned up. "Stop! Stop it!"

She scream, kicked and twisted about under Heather and her weight as she continued to burn the joint into her arm. "No this a lesson to you, you're just killing yourself on the inside do it already you fucking fat stoner cunt."

The torture lasted for the whole passing period to last period of the day. When the two minute bell rang, Heather stopped throwing the joint and stomping on it. She turned and looked at Mary who laid on the ground curled up crying. "Just do everyone a favor and leave."

Heater walked away the sound of her walking back into the school as the door slammed shut, Mary flinched at the sound remembering the countless times her step mother did the same but no one knew that expect Travis and that's why he signed her up for therapy when they moved out. She looks to her stomped on joint, her head hurt more and that was her last of her daily dose.