6:05 am
Ugh...what a way to start my day. By hearing the deadliest sound on this earth. The Alarm. Oh I just cannot wait to go to school and be humiliated in front of the entire universe. I finally get up after ten minutes of laying in my bed to get ready for that hell-hole of a school. I go to Valleydae Highschool. I know right? Why the hell would a school have that random ass name that wasn't even similar to our city name. Anyway, before I headed out I smoked two of my cigarettes which I kinda stole from my uncle the last time I saw him. I tried my first cigarette at age fourteen. Also became addicted at that age too. I'm 17 years old now and I don't know how my mom didn't know yet. I don't regret smoking, I just wish I'd never became an addict. Yeah I've heard people on the news getting cancer for smoking weed and doing drugs or whatever. That's what kinda scares me. I know I screwed up but I can't go back and change what I chose to do to my body or to myself.
I was way to freaking high to even pay attention in first period which I was really happy about 'cause I don't even like math. Second period was English, my weakest subject. My first language is Spanish and I understand English but I still have trouble in this class. My teacher started to question people about their opinions on school. "Raymond why do you choose to be in school and not just drop out?" I responded with, "first of all, it's Ray. Second of all, I only go to school because it's the freaking law." The class laughed at my response which got me detention. Great.
At lunch I usually sit with my two friends. Mark and Tony. We would always get made fun of by Jake Tyler and his army of retarted minions. But everyday it's something different. Today I got beat up. I fought back and i only gave Jake two bruises. I had a black eye, a bloody nose, and I don't know like a million bruises all over my arms and legs. "You can go fuck and kill yourself you little weak bitch!" He yells. "Eventually I will and I'll do you and the world a goddamn favor!" I yelled back in pain. My own words broke my own heart. I fought back the tears and I just let the whole situation go. In my detention session I was forced to read. Like...who the hell likes reading? "This is probably the lamest thing I've ever did in my life." I thought to myself. I couldn't say a word the whole hour of detention. Which was too bad because I had a whole lot on my mind. I just wanted to scream it all out.
When I left school I went to the corner store to buy some more cigarettes. I bought two packs and i drove back home but I stayed in my car to smoke my cigarettes. I was also very careful to watch my back in case my mom came home from work. As I smoked i felt depressed. I know what this drug is doing to my body but...it's like I don't even care. And no matter how hard I try, I still can't go through a day without smoking weed or even drinking a bottle of beer.
I went back inside after hours of smoking and I grabbed something to eat. I feel like sometimes i don't eat enough just because I look at myself and think, "you are one skinny ass guy." But not in a fit way. A way that is very unhealthy for me. I went to take my food into my room while I work on my paintings for art class. But before I could set foot into the bedroom, I collapse and the world goes pitch black...
*Author's Note*
Oohhh shoot! This is my First story on my Wattpad thingy...Lmao Idk if this was short or not but if it is then....sorry. But I hope at least one person likes my story and this is an original story I came up with my own ideas and I edited my own crap sooo sorry if I missed any punctuation or if I had any grammar errors. But anyway stay tuned for chapter 2!
