I glance into the driveway of Zach's house. Usually he waits, but today is different. His spot was easily outlined from last night's rain. I sighed and began my way to school, staring down at my shoes, Grez.
I always found it lucky that my house is near a college. When I graduated and if I attend this college, I'm walking distance away from laundry service, a warm home-cooked meal, a nice bed, a clean bathroom, and no loud dorm-mates. Yet the only downside is that I have to pass up frat guys and gals. What I'm hoping for today is that I won't bump into them.
Yet my thoughts just had to blab to reality!
A loud ruckus of college students woke me up. The wrapped drugs gave them a gangster and rough feel. The smell of burning herbs filled the smokey air. I scrunch my nose as I walk closer to them with no other choice. Some college students are...more independent in their decisions on life. Residents nearby always hope for the next generation to improve this town and country, sadly their wishes might not come true with this group.
The skunky smell grew stronger and the noisy shouts increased volume. I shivered and the voices finally caught up with me.
"Looks like we got a lonely warrior here!" A male voice shouts and soon enough, I had a heavy arm draped on top of my shoulders. The skunky smell from his breath was overwhelming and he was breathing it right into my face.
"You have traveled far to be brave enough to pass by us!" I glanced up to my right -away from the male college student- to find a tall woman, playing with the cigarette in her hand like a pro. "Came for some guidance?"
I was taken aback and poised a confused expression. I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head, yet I remembered one thing. The matter might seem silly and a bit odd, but I am in need of guidance. It was seem especially silly to college students. To them, I'm like a toddler.
I begin to speak, yet nothing came out. My lungs were low on clean oxygen. I didn't want these substances in me. Okay, I'm being rude and overdramatic. Yeah totally. If I keep quiet -like I always do- they might go away.
Yet the draped arm never lifted off my shoulders -like they weren't weighted enough already. I sighed with no other choice and breathed in the smokey drugs.
" I need advice to forgive my friend..." I sighed out. I watched the five college students blink in unison. To college students and my friends online, I'm pretty innocent. I'm not denying that, but I kinda don't wanna be innocent anymore.
"Is that it?" The boy with his arm on my shoulders asked in stupid disbelief -like their was more too my simple problem. I guess he was hoping it was more complex.
"Yeah..."
"Girl, I'm sorry, but we're not guidance counselors. And you're questioned is already answered! How dense are you?" The girl says. I tilt my head to the side.
"What did I say?" I was so lost. It might have been that I don't usually arrive to school this way. Or it might have been the drugs. I'm gonna stink when I get to school.
"You wanted to forgive your friend." The guy says.
"If your friend made a mistake, forgive him. It's always better to have your friends with you than against you." The girl says. I smile at her. I could tell from her eyes that she meant what she said.
"What's your name, smalls?" The guy asks, finally removing his arm from my shoulders.
I thought about giving my name to him for a sec, but....
"Nigee Sprouts."
"Well, Nigee, I'm Scotty and that's Amy. We hang out here a lot. If you need 'advice', we got you." Scotty said simply.
I don't talk. What would my father think of me if he catches me hanging out with these people? Or Zach? He would probably disappointed in me now hanging out with them after our fight. Like we're not friends anymore and this is how I cope. Smoking drugs, becoming like Amy. Is he into that? I doubt it.
"The Shy Mermaid stays shy." Amy states. Her voice was bland and monotonous. It was scary. I heard that line before, yet where?
I nod slowly like I knew what she was talking about. I quickly shoved off Scotty's arm and make a bee-line to school. They were high. Extremely high that their minds went past the heavens! They have no idea what they were talking about.
I slow to a walk as I enter school grounds with the skunky smell never leaving me alone.
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Dreaming for a Change
RomanceNigee has been friends with Zachary ever since they were toddlers. And he was always there for her. Whenever she forgot her jacket on a rainy day, or when she forgot to do her homework, or when she needed someone to talk to after the loss of her mot...
