It’s five forty seven a.m., and already my head is spinning.
I felt skittish leaning out my window so early—I almost expected someone to be standing on the back porch below, watching me suck embers out of an apple. Yeah, an apple. I don’t have a bowl, don’t know how to roll joints. Besides, apples are easily disposable in case you get caught. All you gotta do is eat it—which is what I’m doing right now, by the way. Helps with the munchies.
This high is fun. It’s dangerous. It’s scary, secretive, for the secluded. It’s breaking the law as well as my own laws, and everything in between. But, if things go right, my deluded morning will pass by as a normal Tuesday for the rest of my high school. None of them will know the better.
Secrets are fun.
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The Diaries of Rred
Non-FictionIf you've ever wondered what it's like to do drugs, then keep reading. You'll find out. I'm Rred, and these are my diaries.
