Addicted - Adam's Story

Chapter One - Little Me (Years 4-5)

"Mummy!" I yelled, "Mum!" I got no reply. Homealone again. dad would have been at the pub. Mum always complianed about him being there. Mum would have gone to the neighbours to smoke "pot". I wasn't really sure what pot was, but I was pretty sure it was a type of plant because dad had gone off at mum for growing pot once, and plants are the only thing you can grow.

Mum has some sort of plant next to her bed. I had tried to smoke it one day, but I had been unseccessful. I still didn't know how to do it or if it was the correct plant. Mum had told me she'd teach me when I was six, but i didn't want to learn. Whenever mum smoked pot dad would hit her. Like he would punch her until she wouldn't move anymore. She'd still be breathing, she just wouldn't move anymore. This "fighting" would always stem from them arguing about dad going off to the pub everyday. I didn't understand why mum went off at dad for "drinking". Drinking was what you had to do. If you didn't drink water you'd die. But I sure that mum was talking about a different type of drinking, as dad would always say, "I only had one or two beers. Give me a break." Then she'd usually slap him and he'd bash her.

I decided I was going to go find James. James was either at home or in the tree house we had made, or maybe even at the skate park with Miles.

I wondered off into the bush towards our tree house, which was made out of basically any random pieces of wood we could find. We had stolen the nails and hammers from our dads.

"Oii! James mate!" I called. James stuck his head out of the window.

"Yeah?"

"My mum is at your house again." I struggled to say as I climbed up the ladder.

"Yeah I know. That's why I'm here." James replied. I pulled myself up onto the poorly made platform and joined James in the treehouse. "I bought cookies!" He excliamed and pointed to the small cardboard box that acted as a table.

"Where'd you get them?" I asked opening the tin and taking out a cookie.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Of course I won't tell."

"I stole them." He replied with a smirk.

"You stole them?" I practically yelled.

"You're not going to tell on me are you?"

"No of course not," I replied, "but that is illegal."

"So is smoking pot and selling it," James replied, "dad told me yesterday."

"I didn't know it was illegal." I replied.

"Neither did I," he said, "but we were born to break the law Adam. Our parents do, every single day."

"I suppose you're right."

We stood in silence for a while until I said, "Hey, do you wanna go see Miles?"

"We don't have our bikes." James sighed.

"Yes we do," I replied with a smile, "we hid them in the bushes behind the treehouse."

"Oh yeah." James smiles.

"I'll race ya?"

"You're on!" James exclaimed.

Both of us bolted out of the treehouse. James pushed me out of the way and took the ladder and I slid down the homemade fireman's pole, which was just a very long pipe we had found. I ran over to my bike, which was black and red, and jumped on it. I rode off towards the skate park, the only place Miles would have been.

James was soon beside me and he was trying to push me off the road and onto the grass to slow me down, but I refused to be slowed and pedaled faster.

I skidded into the dirt skate park and yelled, "I win!"

James skidded to a stop beside me. "Damn it." He said. Miles skated up to us. His burnt umber hair and blue eyes were basically hidden under his hat. His jeans were covered in dust and grass stains. His white shirt looked the same. His skateboard was battered.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked.

"We came to see you." James smiled.

"Yeah, we got bored," I added, "plus our mums were smoking again."

"Smoking?" Miles asked.

"Pot." James replied.

"Oh.." Miles said.

"Did you know that is illegal?" I asked.

"Yes." Miles replied.

"Our mums are criminals!" James yelled.

"Shh!" I scolded, "you're a criminal too!"

"Yeah? So what?" He asked.

"What you did was illegal too," I stated, "and you aren't suppose to steal things."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He replied brushing me off.

Miles just looked at us. He was horrified at how we were so open about our parents being criminals. Normally people keep those things to themselves.

"Ahh, Miles? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, "I just a little bit lightheaded."

"Do you need to go for a run?" James asked enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" Miles exclaimed, "I wanna run!"

"Come on then!" James replied ditching his bike and running towards the forest. Miles and I ran after him.

When we were in the forest Miles shifted into his wolf form. He was so cute. He looked like a little puppy. His fur was a little lighter then burnt umber and his chest had a splash of white on it. His tail had a black tip and a tinny little white one on the very end of it.

James started running, and Miles ran after him when he was ten meters away. As Miles ran, James put down road blocks like fallen trees and rose bushes in front of him and Miles had to jump over them. It was good for his health. I on the other hand sat in water and moved the water after them. I didn't even have to move. It was amazing. The water was cool and calming on my skin. I started to make it storm, one because it was harder to see in a storm and two because I loved the rain.