A/n: Hey! Sorry for the long wait/ I've had this written for awhile, just
to lazy to type it up. Yes I hate Katrina too! DIE KATRINA DIE!!!! But I
sometimes enjoy torturing people *grins widely* I actually am working on a
Zigzag ficlet too-well it's not typed, plus my friend stole part of it-it's
pretty sad, he's like going crazy, plus he's abused. I guess I'm trying to
attack all kinds of stuff- child abuse, drugs, fights. Yeah whatever.
Anyway here goes Chapter 4! Also I might have my drugs confused. I'm pretty
sure you snort cocaine but if I'm wrong, just tell me! Man I want more
reviews on Starseed for Chapter 15! Can you go review that too please? lol
~Tink~
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The next day I skipped class again and went back to the janitor's closet with Katrina.
"Test two," she smiled. "Drugs."
She opened her purse. Her purse was a little red thing she always carried around. I wondered how she could fit anything in it, it was so small. She took out a straw and a bag of white powder.
Ah.
Cocaine.
She emptied it out onto the little counter in the corner.
It was sort of weird, having a counter in a closet. My school's just screwed up, though. Nothing I can do about it.
"Snort," she pointed at the drug and gave me a straw.
I stared at it. Could this be happening? Noo Theodore, you'll wake up in a few minutes, this is all a dream. . .
"Snort," she ordered again. This time her voice was quiet and dangerous. It gave me a chill.
I looked up at her. She looked impatient.
"Hon, I ain't gonna wait all day. Either you snort or you're out."
I couldn't move. I was kneeling next to the counter, but I was glued in one position.
"SNORT!" she roared, and pushed me face down into the cocaine.
My nostrils ached as some of the drug went into my nose. Quickly I grabbed the straw and snorted the 'right' way.
"Good," she smiled. "That'll teach you."
I whimpered.
Thus Theodore screwed his life up.
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By the end of the week I swore I must have tried most every drug. I liked pot best. You didn't have to snort it and it didn't get injected. Katrina decided I could stick with pot and gave me some. I bet Katrina was hooked on every drug in the planet, she had like a gold mine of them.
I wasn't sure if I hated life or not. Katrina had showed me a few things I would never forget. Her gang was ok. There was Cliff, who I suspected as the drug dealer, he had slick black hair that looked like Elvis'. Manna and Emily, who were just like Katrina. They were sort of her groupies, they dressed like her and tried to act like her. Slum, who was the only nice one. He was a lot like me. Chunky, but he had a rougher edge. Me, I'm more of a softy. The other three I hadn't met yet.
But I would meet them soon enough.
~Tink~
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The next day I skipped class again and went back to the janitor's closet with Katrina.
"Test two," she smiled. "Drugs."
She opened her purse. Her purse was a little red thing she always carried around. I wondered how she could fit anything in it, it was so small. She took out a straw and a bag of white powder.
Ah.
Cocaine.
She emptied it out onto the little counter in the corner.
It was sort of weird, having a counter in a closet. My school's just screwed up, though. Nothing I can do about it.
"Snort," she pointed at the drug and gave me a straw.
I stared at it. Could this be happening? Noo Theodore, you'll wake up in a few minutes, this is all a dream. . .
"Snort," she ordered again. This time her voice was quiet and dangerous. It gave me a chill.
I looked up at her. She looked impatient.
"Hon, I ain't gonna wait all day. Either you snort or you're out."
I couldn't move. I was kneeling next to the counter, but I was glued in one position.
"SNORT!" she roared, and pushed me face down into the cocaine.
My nostrils ached as some of the drug went into my nose. Quickly I grabbed the straw and snorted the 'right' way.
"Good," she smiled. "That'll teach you."
I whimpered.
Thus Theodore screwed his life up.
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By the end of the week I swore I must have tried most every drug. I liked pot best. You didn't have to snort it and it didn't get injected. Katrina decided I could stick with pot and gave me some. I bet Katrina was hooked on every drug in the planet, she had like a gold mine of them.
I wasn't sure if I hated life or not. Katrina had showed me a few things I would never forget. Her gang was ok. There was Cliff, who I suspected as the drug dealer, he had slick black hair that looked like Elvis'. Manna and Emily, who were just like Katrina. They were sort of her groupies, they dressed like her and tried to act like her. Slum, who was the only nice one. He was a lot like me. Chunky, but he had a rougher edge. Me, I'm more of a softy. The other three I hadn't met yet.
But I would meet them soon enough.
