Social Casualty

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Work of fiction!

Hey. My name is Stacey. And for five dollars you could get a nice lap dance in our VIP room. What you think about that baby.

HA! No actually my name is Asher. You know like Ashes? My parents for some reason gave me that name cause my eyes were all pretty and they wanted something unique. Then later on my hair looked like ashes. All mysterious and flippy. Yeah my name sounds like it was named after some hippies. Trust me, my parents have never done drugs. Or that's what I know of at the moment. Anyway, I'm not a hooker. I just did that to sound creepy. Like I said I'm mysterious. More like mischievous. But same concept.

Um, I'm seventeen and my parents are really chill. Well they'd have to be for me to even be on this tour. Filled with horny, alcoholic, teenage boys. Scratch alcoholic. They just act like they are drunk the majority of the time. By they I mean we. And no.

My parents actually accept them cause we all grew up together. And we trust one another. Also because my parents are mostly on business trips and such. Yep, mommy and daddy don't want their little gurl to be home alone all day would they now?

Nope.

So I had two options. Boarding school. Or a slight home school with the boys while I go from place to place. I obviously went to boarding school. And now I'm stuck in a damn dorm room with a scrawny bitch.

Hell no.

Here's where I am.

I'm at a park. Yup. First stop of the day. It's around seven in the morning and I am sitting on a bench. Alone. With a jacket, boots, and other necessary clothing. Like pants, shirt, and under garments. Thinking of what the day has planned. It's Tuesday. By the way. Just a side note.

Okay so you know those boys I have been referencing a lot to. Well there's four of them. Yes four. Sometimes even ten. If we include the eldest than yeah ten. But the main four are my pals. My compadres. The ones who I've grown up with.

Michael
Ashton
Calum
Luke

First let's start with Michael. Or Mike. Mick. Mickey. Bastard. Mikey. Many choices to choose from here for one bachelor.
Anyways I have known Michael since I was seven. Have been buddies since we were eight. Or when I was considered seven and three quarters. In other words seven. We met in a sand box. Mud puddle to be correct.

You see, before I was what I am now, I used to be 'mommy's little darling' then I learned what scissors were. Not the best day.

Anyways. At that time I had long hair that reached up to my butt pretty much. But sadly it was in two braids. I hated braids. Back then the way my mother had done them. It was for some reason, a cloudy day. I begged my mom to take me to play, in the park. She complained saying, 'it might rain. I know how you would want to play with mud. And you just took a bath yesterday. Let's not waste water. You'd get your pants dirty.'

Being the smart little bitch that I was, I nodded walking away. I found my rain jacket with the little lady bugs and rain boots. And grabbed her black rain boots as well. Grabbing my lady bug umbrella. I plopped the umbrella and her boots on the floor in front of her. I already had on my own things, I just needed her to take me.

She put down the newspaper, sighed, while looking up at the ceiling.

"Marshall! Ash and I are going out!" she yelled pulling on the boots and making her way to their bed room.

She came back with a coat an basket. I already had my things on, so we went. I contently walked with my mother, pretty much pulling her hand the whole way.

For Australia, it was strongly chilly. By chilly I mean cloudy. I didn't give a shit though. I mean what kind of young, happy, child would? Obviously not me. Once we had reached the park. I let go of my mothers hand and ran around the jungle gym. While she went and sat on a bench, continuing to read the damn newspaper. I am an extremely unique child. Like seriously. So when a young, small, lad was taking frequent glances at me, I would make google faces. Shake my head. Or run around in circles. Only he didn't question my existence. I stomp over to him.