Bev and I is having a smoke. The over losers hate having a fag,Eddie always says its bad for you and every time we smoke in front of the other losers he always says that my lungs will fill up with smoke. Such Bullshit.
I bet his mother taught him that.
Eddie Kasprak. Such a soul.
Speaking of the devil, snapping me out of my out my daydream was that beautiful voice of Eddie.
"Good Idea Bill, Can I use your phone Rich?"
"Sure go ahead." I said having no clue what was going on and still having the tube of weed in my hand.
"Wait wh-what are we doing?" I asked still unaware of what just happened.
"We're going to Bill's house a sleepover then going to the quarry tomorrow." Said Stan with annoyance. Honestly I don't get his problem sometimes.
"Oh ok, I guess I can go my parents don't give 2 shits about were I go or what I do." I said
" How long will they gone?" Mike asked with concern.
"Oh they'll be back tomorrow afternoon." I said.
My parents always do this, go on little holidays every other weekend. That's why the losers are always around. My friends always say I should tell someone or something. I don't care if there gone or not. Why should they. Who cares. No one should.
