Weed,
I've learned is a basic subject to pass to graduate Frankly High School.
The hallways you soon realize is the stench of weed burning to sleep depricated teenagers and sex driven hormones. I remember opening the doors to my first period and fell over by the scent burning my nose hairs off. Everyone drifts their sight towards me, smelling sweat and anxiety radiating all over me but what took their interest- i smelled purely innocent of weed.
Their stench of febreze and perfume reeked the place packed of varied fake aromas as the teacher payed no attention towards addressing it. Like a swarm of desperate teenagers, desperate weed driven teenagers stampede over me and all at once offered me positions and roles to play.
" Be my wigman, "
"let's be friends,"
"wanna smoke with me after school-"
"NO if they do then they'll be useless as a cover up then. They won't believe us, and we need a goody two shoes for it. "
Ow.
My pride of being drug free was now crumbling to feeling like a sheltered safe kid. As a teenager, i was anything but that, the exact opposite actually-reckless dangerous unmature not yet adult.
Either way i felt that i had to bring justice to my clean record, so i played it cool." Thanks, but I'm not interested."
They all stared at me in shock and process, in a funny way it really looked like they were a buffering screen.
" What the fuck you just say to us? "
"I know you ain't testing me, cause your fresh ass is getting pretty balsy to say that to us.-huh right?! "
Ok well shit, not cool.
"Ah right- ill try to help you guys not get caught doing illegal stuff but aslong as you won't pressure to smoke with you."
"My wingman knows what's up!"
That oath lasted me a week at most. And that's me not counting lunches.
That sums up my first day of school, but I'm afraid once i realized the smell of weed was immune to my nose now and the people high af was normal to me-i started to realize my school put the HIGH in HIGH school.
It was too late for me.
Ive become one of them.
And now i feed off innocent sheltered safe kids.
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