We laid back on the couch and smoked. We didn't talk, we just kept to ourselves. For what seemed like days, he began to speak.
"Why do you live like this?" He started.
"You live in a horrible house, a shitty job, and can barely pay anything."
"Do you think I want to live like this?
No one supports me. I have no choice." I said, teary eyed. I whipped the tears quick, and I didn't want him to see me cry. Never show weakness. Plus my mascara would run.
"What about Miranda. Why dont u live with her." He asked.
"Weakness." I started. "Never show any signs of weakness. She had offered, but I didn't want her to know how much trouble I was in. Besides i can handle it."
He didn't answer. He sat up, and put the last bits of his bunt in the ash tray. He got up, looked back, and said one thing.
"Your hair is crazier than my bush." He walked out.
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Music's Escape
Teen FictionA street teen named Ally barely gets by. She sells drugs in order to keep her house, in which she lives alone. Music is her only escape from her horrid reality. Soon she befriends Tanner, another teen like herself. Together they live the pain of the...
