September 27
I've never went this long without writing in you but I have been really busy. What with school and catching up and homework and being too tired to write. So far school
is going good and my grades are getting better and the teachers are really helping me. Terry and Michael are going to get married in August of next year and I couldn't
be more happy for her. My health is back to normal and my memory is better too. Just the other day I was reading what I wrote when I ran away and it's like another
person was writing in my diary. Some parts I read I actually started crying. I'm so glad I'm not that person anymore. Since I've been back to school there have only
been a couple times I was asked if I was holding. I hope they don't start up with me again. I hate that I'm tagged as one of the dopers, and even worse, a pusher! I guess that's something I'll
always have to live with though.September 29
I guess it is starting again. Yesterday two girls approached me in the bathroom at school and asked if I was holding and I said no but they just smiled at me!
Can you believe that?!
One of the girls, Lace, looks so innocent and fools everybody into thinking she's this nice girl but she's an evil little devil. I even heard rumors she is in a gang and I wouldn't be surprised if she were! She's always making some sort of trouble for somebody and I always went out of my way to avoid her whenever ever possible. Up till now, she didn't even know I existed, and I think that's only because she heard rumors that I pushed a couple times in the past and now she's desperate since kids are being real careful now that some of their own have been busted recently. Then her friend had the nerve to invite me to a party, but I just said; "No thanks."
They both looked knowingly at each other and smiled at me again with that look that said; "We know you're full of shit." Why can't they see I'm not interested anymore? Why can't they just leave me alone?
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...