1 am, June 30th.
"You're leaving tonight, and that's the end of it!"
"You've gotta' be shitting me Mom! There's no way in hell I'm spending my whole fucking summer with a brother who barely even speaks to me anymore!"
"No, Carleigh, we've had it with your bullshit, we're done and we need a damn break!"
As Mommy and Daddy dearest gaze into my eyes and tell me how much of a nuisance I am, my anger boils to a massive extent.
I hear bullshit left and right from the two people who "care" about me.
They can't just leave me the hell alone, can't they?
And now I'm being shipped off to spend my whole summer with a douchebag of an older brother?
This just blows...
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Earlier today ~
With the lighter in my hand I took another massive bong rip, and the circle of kids watched in amazement.
"Shit, we're taking superman hits now, huh "iron lungs"? The dude across me from said.
I blow out the smoke slowly and smoothly and pass the bong to my left.
Another night, another high. I was having another great Friday night. Sneaking out was best decision I've made today.
Man, am I ripped and so hungry right now.
I got picked by my friends and it's like a 10 min drive to get to our smoke spot, and now were all just smoking and drinking, having a good fucking time.
And I'm killing my ADD so it's worth it...
Right now I could just fall asleep, I just feel so relaxed, the sound of cop sirens are just beautiful...
Wait, what?
"Dude, the fucking cops are here!" My friend warns me as he taps me on the shoulder with worry in his voice.
Oh shit!
I'm too stoned out of my mind to even focus, but I see scrambling feet tripping over themselves, and that's never a good sign.
I'm so fucking paranoid, like deadass I can't even focus, my heart is beating rapidly, I can't control my breathing, all of this is too much too handle.
The same friend urges me to get up and takes my hand. Then we just sprint, sprint for our damn lives.
It's pitch black out, the only thing I can see are the outlines of figures running in different directions.
I look back and I see virtually nothing, like a black hole is just sucking up everything behind us.
Should we hide or run is the question, I don't even know where we're going, but he's leading me somewhere hopefully safe.
All of a sudden, while we are running, my friend decides to fucking trip. I see him fall flat on his face, something I would laugh at if we weren't in deep shit...
He groans in pain and I stop short to try and help him. "Cmon! Get up! Get up!" I kneel down and scream harshly in his face. I feel so bad, but I can't get arrested. Who knows what my parents will do?
Now all cause of him we're gonna get in trouble!
Should I run, and save myself? Or should I stay, and help the dumbass out?
Well, I stay, being the fucking nice person I am, then, in that moment, I realize then I've made the wrong decision.
"Get on the ground, get on the fucking ground!"
Take a lucky guess who that might be.
...
The next thing I know I'm in a god damn cop car, with my hands behind my back in handcuffs like a fucking criminal for God's sake.
Like, I'm no criminal, I just smoke a lot of weed!
Cop cars are really cozy, though, and the car ride to the station was trippy since I was still high.
My friend who apparently broke his ankle, had to have "emergency care." He was taken in an ambulance.
Fucking pussy, now all because I decided to be a saint, I got a slap on the wrist.
Remind me to never have sympathy for anyone who gets hurt ever again...
I'm fifteen years old! Honestly, you know what this says for my future?
A path of drugs and alcohol for the rest of my life? No, it can't!
I gotta change, I need to change!
"Hello...?" "Miss are you alright?"
I snap back into reality.
I guess I dozed off when the cop was questioning me.
I'm in the process of being booked, and it sucks. It's pretty unreal, not gonna lie.
I never pictured myself in this sort of situation.
Sitting in this chair with my hands in handcuffs, being questioned by some cop.
Ugh, I'm so stoned. I feel like eating a bag of Cheetos and call it a night.
"You care to tell me your name miss?"
"My name is..Carleigh."
"Your full name Carleigh?"
"Carleigh..Marie..Runnels..."
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End of Chapter 1! I guess constructive criticism and comments would be nice? You can probably guess who her potential family members are... ;D More reviews mean more chapters~