Egos and Sides (In highschool) --Discontinued--

Chapter 7: Ice Cream

Wow, a warning: This chapter talks about drugs. Don't do them, please. Also, it discusses Anorexia.

"Bernice! You are not going to school today. Not until you go to the doctor to find out why you passed out!" I yelled.

"It's been two days and I haven't passed out since!" Bernice argued. She opened the front door.

I grabbed one of her backpack straps and pulled her backward. "No way! You haven't even eaten breakfast yet!"

"And I'm not gonna!"

I tried to coax her."You could have ice cream for breakfast."

"No! You've spiked it with something!"

"I haven't, I promise!"

After a couple more minutes of arguing, I finally got Bernice to eat.

I set a huge tube of chocolate-fudge ice cream in front of her, with a spoon.

Tentatively, she opened the container and tried a bite, then another. "Alright, alright, I've eaten. Now go!"

"Fine." Little do you know, I'd added sleeping aids to it. I grabbed my backpack from the living room couch and walked to my car.

My phone buzzed. I checked it. It was a text from one of my clients.

It read: Do you have anymore Pixie-Powder in stock? I want to buy 20 dollars worth before school today.

By Pixie-Powder, they meant a mixture of actual Pixie-Stixs and cocaine. I happened to have that exact thing in my backpack.

Once I got to school, I made a beeline to the back, where all my best deals take place. The kid was waiting for me.

"Hey, Mike!" He called, making his way over to me. "How much can twenty get me?"

"One bag. Now pay up." I watched as he put a hand in his pocket and retrieved a twenty-dollar bill. He slipped the bill in my hand and looked expectantly at me.

I shrugged off my backpack and opened up the secret compartment on the bottom. I took out a generic candy bag.  "I only have three bags left, then it'll be about a three-week wait, got that?" I said before placing it in his hands.

He nodded before shuffling into the building.

As I pocketed the money, my friends Mary and Deceit walked out.

I walked over to them, asking, "Why are you two here so early?"

"Well, we wanted to see our favorite dealer work, of course." Deceit responded.

"Oh?" I crossed my arms. "Cut the bullshit, why are you really here?"

"To make a business deal with you," Mary answered.

"I see." I looked at my watch, it was time for me to go. "I gotta go guys."

"Where?" They asked simultaneously.

"The school counselor has requested to see me today."

"Huh?" Mary quirked an eyebrow. "Did one of your little druggies rat you out?"

"No, they know better." I walked into the building, wondering, What could I possibly have done to get the counselor on my back?

A few minutes later, I opened the door to the counselor's office. Inside I saw the counselor and Bing.

Upon noticing him, I snapped, "What the hell are you doing here? I haven't done anything to you!"

Before he could say anything, the counselor cut in. "You will not use that kind of language in my office! You are here because Bing has shared a concern about your sister."