i got a very angry text from maria stating i was dead when i got home. which is kind of what i deserve. i did sneak out of the house to my
friends. but to be honest, screw her. i don't care what she has to say, at all.
we had invited over morgan, she had brought over the alcohol. she opened the door, very drastically, "i got it boys" she yelled, waving two bags of alcohol in the air. we all broke out laughing. morgan shut then door and spread it out on callan's bed. "take your pick" morgan stood back and callan took a bottle of smirnoff ice, i took a pack of 4 magners. "morgan you're fucking great" i said as i opened one of the magners.
the next thing i remember i woke up half naked, in a bath tub. i rubbed my eyes as my head began to pound. "max" morgan opened the door with some things in her hands. "i thought ye might need these" she said handing me some paracetamol and water. "thanks" i put the paracetamol in my mouth and swallowed with some water.
"i think we should get the fuck oot before callan's parents know we stayed the night, so maybe we could go get some mcdonalds milkshakes" she said, i smiled and nodded as i pulled my shirt back on.
we quietly snuck out of callan's house and walked to mcdonald's. me and morgan ordered our milkshakes and went and sat on a bench outside. we started having a chat. suddenly, an ambulance zoomed past us "wonder where they're going" i said as i took out a fag and lit it.
once we had finished, we started walking back to my house. i wasn't that far away when i realised that there was a police car outside. "wits the polis daein at her hoose" morgan asked "don't know" i replied.
i walked into my house, with morgan following me. "ah max, the police need to tell you something" maria explained as she pointed to a seat. morgan didn't leave, but stood in the corner of the room. "max, this is about your friend, callan. he was found dead this morning from alcohol poisoning" the policeman said.
everything froze, i couldn't believe it. callan. dead. i was filled with sadness and anger, i could have prevented it, i could have stopped him. it's all my fault. i started crying thinking about how this is all my fault, i was the cause of callan's death.
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the boy with the blue shoes
Teen Fictionnothing is going right in max mills life, but nobody knows that. he always goes to school acting like everything is perfectly fine, like nothing is wrong at home. he is one of the most average teenagers, to everyone who doesn't know him.
