This is the last chapter, sorry but Natalie was starting to bore me. I
have an idea for another story, and hopefully I'll start it soon. –Kelly
Natalie woke up and looked around, Shelby was still asleep.
"I'm so hungry," Natalie said to herself. She remembers that she had stashed a joint in her back pocket. She does know how Shelby feels about drugs, so she doesn't risk it. She walks off to where she can still see the rock, but it's far enough away.
"I can't believe I've gone two days with out a buzz from anything," Natalie inhales than exhales.
After she smoked about half the joint, she puts it out and stuffs it in her pocket for later.
"Where were you?" Shelby asks. "Oh, never mind I can smell it. Got any more?"
"A little for later, I'll let you take a few hits."
"So your really not a little princess, like I thought," Shelby says making a statement rather than a question.
"No, damn I do all sorts of shit. You name it I've been there."
"How did you start all this?" Shelby asks.
"Well since we've slept together, I better tell you something." Natalie laughs then continues. "Well let's see I was born in Russia. I lived a pretty normal life until I was four. Then my mom died. My uncle came from the US for the funeral, my parents had been trying to get me to the US since I was born. All the papers had been approved a week before my mom died. After the funeral my dad told me I was going home with my uncle. I thought he meant, back to my house. He meant the US. I never saw my dad again before he died, and I lived with my uncle and his family since. There you happy?"
"No, I wanted to know how you fell into the bad life," Shelby says laughing at the last three words.
"Oh, that well it started when I went to band camp in 7th grade. I was already pretty depressed for whatever reasons than my uncle and aunt ship me off to this stupid camp with my cousin Rosemary. Rosemary is sooo perfect, sometimes I just want to choke her. I met my best friend Willow there she introduced me to the fast lane. Every night after lights out we would sneak out, and go into town. There was some pretty great clubs. I have been doing stuff ever. Oh and I had a cutting problem, but that was only so no one saw my track marks."
"Wow, that is a lot of crap," Shelby responses still trying take it all in.
"Yeah, that was the condensed version too."
"Are you gonna share all that stuff in group?" Shelby asks.
"Yeah, guess I'll have to if I want to get out of this place any time soon. Shelby are we friends now?" Natalie asks sincerely.
"Sure, I mean do you want to be friends?"
"Yeah I'd like that."
Just then a group of people appears. "Oh my gosh we sere so worried. Are any of you hurt?" But the words don't matter because someone knows what the deal is with Natalie, and Natalie has a new friend. Shelby and Natalie smile at each other as their "Rescuers show them back to camp.
Natalie woke up and looked around, Shelby was still asleep.
"I'm so hungry," Natalie said to herself. She remembers that she had stashed a joint in her back pocket. She does know how Shelby feels about drugs, so she doesn't risk it. She walks off to where she can still see the rock, but it's far enough away.
"I can't believe I've gone two days with out a buzz from anything," Natalie inhales than exhales.
After she smoked about half the joint, she puts it out and stuffs it in her pocket for later.
"Where were you?" Shelby asks. "Oh, never mind I can smell it. Got any more?"
"A little for later, I'll let you take a few hits."
"So your really not a little princess, like I thought," Shelby says making a statement rather than a question.
"No, damn I do all sorts of shit. You name it I've been there."
"How did you start all this?" Shelby asks.
"Well since we've slept together, I better tell you something." Natalie laughs then continues. "Well let's see I was born in Russia. I lived a pretty normal life until I was four. Then my mom died. My uncle came from the US for the funeral, my parents had been trying to get me to the US since I was born. All the papers had been approved a week before my mom died. After the funeral my dad told me I was going home with my uncle. I thought he meant, back to my house. He meant the US. I never saw my dad again before he died, and I lived with my uncle and his family since. There you happy?"
"No, I wanted to know how you fell into the bad life," Shelby says laughing at the last three words.
"Oh, that well it started when I went to band camp in 7th grade. I was already pretty depressed for whatever reasons than my uncle and aunt ship me off to this stupid camp with my cousin Rosemary. Rosemary is sooo perfect, sometimes I just want to choke her. I met my best friend Willow there she introduced me to the fast lane. Every night after lights out we would sneak out, and go into town. There was some pretty great clubs. I have been doing stuff ever. Oh and I had a cutting problem, but that was only so no one saw my track marks."
"Wow, that is a lot of crap," Shelby responses still trying take it all in.
"Yeah, that was the condensed version too."
"Are you gonna share all that stuff in group?" Shelby asks.
"Yeah, guess I'll have to if I want to get out of this place any time soon. Shelby are we friends now?" Natalie asks sincerely.
"Sure, I mean do you want to be friends?"
"Yeah I'd like that."
Just then a group of people appears. "Oh my gosh we sere so worried. Are any of you hurt?" But the words don't matter because someone knows what the deal is with Natalie, and Natalie has a new friend. Shelby and Natalie smile at each other as their "Rescuers show them back to camp.