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Update: Noah and I smoked pot for the first time today. I do not recommend it.
I lay on the grass outside the of school. I smiled at Noah as he allowed my head to rest on his knee. "You shouldn't do that Millie." Noah said, referring to my smoke, as I sat up with a grunt. "Why not?" I teased. "Because you could die!" He teased back. There was silence throughout the both of us. School had ended last week. I honestly didn't know why we were back at school. It was Noah's idea. "Remind me why we're here." I raised an eyebrow. The boy shrugged. "Somewhere to go." That one little sentence that the boy had said, made a small light flick on in my brain.
I grinned cheekily.
"Speaking of "somewhere to go", I mimicked his words. "Oh god, here we go again," Noah rubbed his temples, which made me laugh even more. "Can we actually?" I said honestly. "Actually what?" He pretended that he didn't know what I meant. Noah stopped rubbing his forehead, and squinted at me from the beaming sun above. "Are you serious?" He asked, scratching his left arm, making me uncomfortable. I nod in response. He finally sighed, "Millie, you know what," he stood up. "What?" I ask.
"Fuck it." He said proudly.
I honestly think that in that moment of proudness and glory, Noah pretended to be like he had just won an award, and the national anthem was playing in the background. "Really?" I giggle, standing up with him. "Yeah. Like, fuck my parents. They're divorced, what do they know?" He shrugged. "They barley know that I exist." He explained. "What are you gonna do about you're dad.." Noah asked quietly. I think he wasn't comfortable talking about it. "I dunno," I sighed, standing up. "I - I dunno." I repeated. "You know he will kick your ass - literally, and he'll murder me." Noah huddled up in a ball in fear. "Eh, I won't let him murder ya." I patted Noah on the head like a dog. He just frowned. "So, you really wanna do this?" Noah broke the silence once again. "Yes." I laughed. "It'll be fun." I grinned, helping Noah up.
"C'mon!" I took his hand and yanked him behind me as we ran. "Ow! Millie! Where are we going..?" Noah argued. "You're not even supposed to be running!" Noah staggered along beside me, as we were both out of breath. "Ah, cramp!" He panted, stopping behind me. "Weak." I chuckled, not bothering looking back.
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Update: I slept in Noah's bed last night. A boy's bed. Don't judge.
I lay beside my best friend. We faced each other, acting like a cute ass couple in the notebook or whatever. Noah opened his big eyes as I stared at him. "Jesus!" He jumped, "you scared me." He shoved me in annoyance, making me laugh. We acted like a couple. Most people think we are a real couple. I like to pretend we are sometimes, or like I'm dating someone like Dylan O'Brien or something. Noah hates it but I do it anyways. "God I hate this place." I sighed. "I wanna go to the east coast, where culture is, and go to art school -" Noah cut me off. "Woah, woah," he slowed me down. "What?" I groaned. "Number one, we haven't even finished high school yet, number two, how will you even get into those schools anyways?" Noah explained. "Noah!" I say in shock at what he had said. "I could get into those schools in a heartbeat." I say proudly. "Oh really?" He teased. "Watch me." I fought back. "Shit what time is it?" I realized that Dad wanted me home by at least ten last night.
"Shit shit shit." I scrambled around Noah's bedroom, gathering my belongings and bag, in a hurry. "I gotta go!" I say quickly, running out of the boy's bedroom. "I'll text you later!" I shouted as I ran down the carpeted stair case.
The bus took fucking forever. I waited there for forty five minutes at the bus stop, along with an old lady that smelt like cheese, a group of eighth graders that were vaping, because they think their cool, and some creepy ass dude with a blond beard and walking cane. I chewed my last piece of gum in boredom.
I quietly shut our apartment door with a "click". I hoped Dad wasn't home yet. I knew I would get a good beating from him this time. When mum was still around, Dad used to hit her. I remember watching from afar, I was probably five or six at the time. All I know now is that I'm traumatized by my childhood, and the fact that I don't remember a single decent thing up till I was fourteen. "Where've you been," a growly voice spoke out from our small kitchen. I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew I was gonna get it. "I slept at Casey's, it's no big deal." I rolled my eyes, lowering my head.
I lied straight to the old man's ugly face.
Casey wasn't an actual person, or, friend of mine. I made her up because I had to tell my dad I was sleeping somewhere at night. If I said Noah's, he would murder me. Even the mention of "boy", he would freak out. I opened up the fridge, and got dad a beer. "This shit is warm." He growled at me. "Its not my fault that the fridge won't fucking work." I crossed my arms. "You better watch you're mouth. You don't know who the fuck you're talking to." He grabbed my wrist tightly, making me wince. "You're just like your mother." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Take this shit off," he ruffled my shirt. "It's inappropriate." He shoved me.
Tears formed in my eyes but they didn't escape.
"These are my regular clothes, I wear this almost every day." I say flatly, standing up. "What did I say about talking back." He pointed a finger at me, making me more intimidated.
"Did you get the eggs?" His raspy voice spoke out, breaking the silence between us.
Shit.
I forgot to get the eggs.
Update: I forgot to get the stupid ass eggs for breakfast tomorrow. Fuck my life.
"I told you to get the eggs this morning." He stood up, stains all over his shirt, along with his beer bottle in hand. All I could think of was Noah. I needed Noah. He was my only protector. Mind you, he probably couldn't even fight a flee if he had to. I landed on the ground hands and knees, my whole body was shaking. I was used to it. "Get up you." My Dad held my shirt and scrunched it up in the fist of his hand. "You listen to me from now on. You pathetic." He gritted his teeth, before he released me to the kitchen floor once again. I stumbled over to my bedroom, shutting my door and locking it.
I cried myself to sleep that night. Like I said, I was used to it. No big deal, right?
Wrong.
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