We all experience grief and some handle it better than others...
Then there's those select few who grieve in silence...
Those who are forced to keep everything bottled up causing them to lose sight of themselves...
They go around making everyone els...
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*alarm*
The sound of my alarm blaring to let me know it's time for another day in the hell hole they call school makes my head pound and I can already tell this'll be a bad day.
"Shut the fuck up!" I shout slamming my fist down on the snooze button hoping I broke the damn thing.
Once it's silent I bury my face back into my pillow for more sleep but it's short lived when a knock on the door is heard and not really caring who it is, I just ignore the sound throwing a pillow over my head trying to get at least ten more minutes of sleep
"Jason hunny, you gotta get up for school you didn't go yesterday so you're going today" My mother's voice orders.
She's the only one worth paying attention to in this house except my baby sister Cassie.
"Mom!" I groan "Ten more minutes"
"Jason Blake McCann get your ass out of this bed or I'm taking your keys and Alexa can drive you for the rest of the month" She snaps
I spring out of bed and dash into the bathroom hearing her threat cause truth be told, Alexa and I don't get along.
Well for the most part
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Lex is sixteen and I'm nineteen and in school we both hang with the popular crowd but she plays more of the spoiled princess role. I'm spoiled too but we run in different social crowds, she hangs with the preps, cheerleaders and jocks while I hang with the bad asses, the gang members, troublemakers, sluts and so on but you get the point.
I myself, am not in a gang one because I don't believe in that lifestyle but also because my parents would kill me and by that I mean my mom and my step-dad. My biological dad passed away a long time ago but he'd come from beyond the grave just to help my step-dad beat my ass if I even thought about joining a gang. It's bad enough to them already that I don't give a shit about school but at least make sure I'm getting passing grades.
Sure I smoke weed, drink alcohol and party all night but join a gang? I wouldn't make it to twenty.
