Chapter One-Her Scetchy Start

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I had two things on my mind weed and sex. I wanted to be home to be able  to smoke a "L" but my mom made me go see her stupid therapist with her. A few things about  me that not many know  is one im home schooled  two i have a brother three E stands for Eclipsey and four no matter what happens  i will never fall in love with a guy i bang.

Its not the easiest  growing  up with a brother only a year older than me. Since my mom has the master bedroom she has her own bathroom. My brother and I use the same bathroom. He has to usually  walk downstairs  my room is  connected  to it but my brother  wont move his room to the other one on the other side of the bathroom because  he says quote " I dont want to have to be closer to you than i already  have to." But i mean it doesnt bother me.

I finally  got home i went straight  for my room and went to my jar of  bud. "Shit i only  have 4 grams left!" I say fuck it and roll a fatty. In the middle of this my brother walks in. "Why didnt you tell me?""Arent you gonna share E!" Like doesnt he know  me by now i only share  when its a bad time for the both of us "No justin i wasnt not unless  you're  going through something  serious." But we both know hes not he wouldn't  be this cheery.

I give in and i share with him. It wasnt the easiest  decision  either including how he usually treats me. But anyway  we are both cooked "E how high are you?" "J im higher than this world" both of us laughing our asses off  in the partial  state of mind i was in hoping we didnt get caught by mom.

I go into my dresser thats built into my bed and get out bags of chips. "I can tell youre getting  snacky there bro" i mean on top  of that we wont be as high when mom gets back. " thanks E." Yeah i mean some people like Eclipsey but E is alot shorter and i like it alot better than my full name. I spray my room with old prefume i dont use to make sure  the smell of weed is gone and tell Justin  to go to his room because  im getting  a shower.

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