smoke // clifford

// thirteen //

when i got home that night (it was actually luke's), i sat in my room staring at the small package containing the white powder. i didn't know what to do with it? was i suppose to flush it down the toilet? or give it to one of the boys? after a few minutes of thinking about it, i stood from my bed and went into the bathroom. i lifted the toilet lid and dumped the white powder. once the bag was complete emptied of the drug, i push down on the handle and watched the drug flush away.

miranda's new behavior is probably due to me. i was the one who gave her the god damn cigarette when she asked for her first drag. i was the one taking her to parties, getting her drunk. we even had sex! this is my whole fucking fault.

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a few days later, i had just arrived at school and met up with the boys. i asked and was wondering where miranda was. the boys had said they say her talking to some of the school's soccer team players. i just nodded and kept quiet. the bell had rung and we all made our way to class. on my way, i saw a girl and a guy sucking each others face in the hall against the lockers.

"get a room!" a few had yelled at them as they passed by them. i wasn't sure who the two were, until the girl pulled away and smirked. i looked and saw it was miranda. my miranda. my eyes widen and couldn't believe that the girl that was making out with the team caption was her. it wasn't like she was my girlfriend, and i couldn't get all upset about it. all though i wish she was and i wish i could do something about it. when the second bell rang, i hurried my ass to maths.

after school, miranda asked if i wanted to come over because her parents were out of town for a business trip. i, of course, agreed. i had never been to her house before, so when i had reached her front door, i was amazed by the size. miranda came only seconds later after i knocked on the door. she was in a oversized green day t-shirt and had knee high socks on. she motioned me inside and closed the door.

we ended up making out on her bed, when she really should've been studying and doing her homework. when we both were out of breath, she excused herself and went to the bathroom. while i was waiting, i got up from her bed and looked all around. her room was what i had imagined. walls pained a nice light shade of blue, pictures of friends and family hung on her walls, books neatly stacked on her desk. i made my way over her desk and picked up one the millions of books that were there. i saw something showing through the bottom of a page. i opened the book and found something too familiar.

another bag of cocaine.

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hello! i finally wrote something that isn't complete shit. i also hope you guys like this bc it's longer. but this is ranked #641 in general fiction which is so cool! but yeah enjoy xx