My Simplicities

Zach

The first day of school, is one of the hardest days of the year. You have to meet new students, teachers, grading policies, updated rules, and most of all trying to find out which people are still your friends. It's all so complicated, all so confusing. But for me the friend part will be the hardest part of all, since I just moved to a whole new city. Oh joy... my sisters company moved her the heart of New York city we live in residential area but it's still crazy.

I am going to a public school called North Ridge Academy, I looked into the dense history and found out it used to be a private school and recently became public due to lack of students applying to enter the academy. Since then the small student body of 150 students exploded to a total of 5000 students. Entering from all parts of the city, students had dorms parents could rent out for them so they could have a "quiet" place to study and sleep if they couldn't get home due to subway, bus, or car trouble.

But personally I hate the fact I had to be moved across the country, after my parents disowned me and I had to live with my sister. My parents I think love to disown their children, first my sister Evangeline then me. Evangeline was a straight A student who was getting accepted to prestige colleges, but then she had one mess up. She got drunk one night and hooked up with a guy then poof pregnant. She got an abortion but my parents never forgave her, they disowned her and she went off to Stanford University, then got picked up by a massive programming company almost immediately and is a manager of 3 different sections of the company.

I wasn't as perfect as her though, I had been having problems with drugs, boyfriends, girlfriends, parties, and grades. I was failing 3 of my classes, in an extremely abusive relationship, and getting high and or drunk practically everyday. My favorite way to forget the world was to smoke weed, or snort pills it was the only way I knew. I hated myself for it, but I loved the addiction, I craved it every second of the day. My parents hung the success of my sister over my head everyday. Though the next minute they would saying how she was a failure and a shameful expression of what are family stood for. Then they would scream at me and say I was sinful and was never going to amount to shit. They became my reason for hating the world and not caring about my body and what I did to it. Then my Sophomore year of high school they got sick of my behavior and disowned me, and my sister took me in and put me into a rehab center for my drug and drinking problem. She didn't mind the weed part but she wanted me to get help for my pill issues. Now all the pill bottles are counted and locked into a safe in her room. Just so I can't relapse.

Now as I hear my alarms scratches into my ears causing a gash like feeling into my brain and its circuitry. I slam my hand onto the phone and swipe the screen to turn it off. My head is spinning, I got no sleep again. For the past 3 months my withdraws from pills and alcohol have been causing insomnia. And I have only been getting at a maximum amount of 2 hours of sleep each night. Smoking pot isn't helping it either, I could smoke 2 bowls and it still wouldn't be enough. And I don't have the cash for 2 ounces worth on hand ever, so...

I sit and look at my ceiling of my room in the apartment. My sister gave me my own part of the dual apartment section she owns. I drag myself out of bed and walk out into my living room thing I have in this little studio basically. Walking to the bathroom I close the door and turn on the shower, I feel for the water to heat up strip and hop in. Letting the hot water wash over me as I rinse my hair, shave, and the jump out. I put a towel on my hair and walk out of the shower, to my room sector letting the bead door fall over my body I grab clothes and throw them on the bed then get dressed. I look at myself in the mirror I have, the black lower cut top fits to my thin body the white lace on the neckline and the tank top straps. My red tole shirt goes out like a tutu almost, with my black torn tights and blood red doc martin boots. I pull on my studded leather jacket and then pull up my natural jet black hair into a high pony tail. I turn to my bedside table and open the drawer, I grab a pen and place it under the drawer to open a secret compartment, I grab my pipe and my small tin with a plastic bag filled with white tissue paper and weed. I grab enough to fill the pipe and light it. I take in a long drag and open my window and then let it out. I sit on my bed and smoke until the bowl was nothing more than memory. It takes almost twenty minutes to finish, It was a pretty medium amount for a morning of the first day of school. I look in the mirror my body a little bit fuzzy looking along with the edges of the mirror. I spray myself with a strong sweeter smelling perfume and place eye drops in to cover the red eye. I grab my things and place them back into the hiding spot and let my window stay open to air out the smell of the room. I walk to my door grab my bag and pop a piece of gum into my mouth. I check the time on my phone, school starts in twenty minutes time to start walking to the hell academy.