*5*
My first class of the day was Drug Counseling/Rehabilitation. I couldn't believe it myself, what drugs have I ever taken? With that question in mind, I turned to Dutchy and asked him exactly that.
He shrugged, "Ever tried E? Popped any pills? Taken a toke?"
"Once at summer camp when I was 14. We had this really cool counselor and he passed the joint around the camp fire. But why should that matter now?"
"You've polluted your body with toxin and sin, you must repent! Repent and be cleansed!," Dutchy joked in the style of an evangelist. I snickered loudly as the rest of the class piled into the room.
All in all there were only ten kids, I'd of thought the class would of been bigger.
"They just haven't caught us all yet," Dutchy smirked.
I glanced around the room, at lease half the kids I'd never seen before.
"Need introductions?," Dutchy asked.
I shook my head, "Just tell me who they are."
"Okay... have you met Skylar?" I nodded. "Ah, which means you've met Spot too. Alright... Hows about Tiger?"
"No, which one's that?"
"See the bubbly little red head over there? That's Tiger, a girl after my own heart. She's done ecstasy and speed. See the brown hair guy and the Asian kid? They're Pie Eater and Swifty. They both use to do speed real bad, that's how Swifty got his name. Pie has the attention deficit disorder, so speed just made him all the more hyper."
"What about the guy wiping his nose?"
Dutchy chuckled, "Snoddy. He was a huge coke head, the nose wiping this is sorta a habit. The guy next to him is Bumlets, he use to sell weed so he's in here for testing the product." He glanced around the room, "That's everyone, right?"
"Nope," a dark haired girl sat down in a desk besides us. I recognized her from the cafeteria. "Forgot about me, Dutch."
"Dave, this is Polecat and she has no reason to be here."
I looked at here quizzically, "Then why are you here?"
"Teachers are convinced I'm high."
"Why?"
"'Cause she acts it," Dutchy said. "She laughs over the simplest things--"
"Dude, that squirrel totally ran straight into the tree. It was fuckin' funny!"
"And she says 'duuuuude' all the time. Plus she can't remember shit half the time. She always loses her books or an article of clothing, which by the way, Specs found your bra."
"Hey, just 'cause I'm a space case, doesn't mean I'm high."
Dutchy rolled his eyes, "Sure."
"Dude, I'm not!"
"Attention class," Ms. Larkson called attention to the front of the room. "The bell as rung and class is starting."
"And I," Polecat slumped down in her seat, "am napping."
"Margaret." Polecat nearly hit the roof as Medda directed attention her way, "Today we'll start with you."
The dark hair girl walked to the front of the class, "Yeah, hi, I'm Polecat and I've been clean now for.... mmmm, all my life!"
"I've only done it once," I whispered to Dutchy. "What am I supposed to say?"
He shrugged, "Just say how bad you felt after doing it, that it got you really sick and you pray to God every day for forgiveness."
"That'll work?"
"I dunno, but it's what I keep saying."
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*sings* I'm off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz. Toody, toody, sha la la la la la...
*Pie!Muse comes and drags Polecat away* I think you might need some sleep.
My first class of the day was Drug Counseling/Rehabilitation. I couldn't believe it myself, what drugs have I ever taken? With that question in mind, I turned to Dutchy and asked him exactly that.
He shrugged, "Ever tried E? Popped any pills? Taken a toke?"
"Once at summer camp when I was 14. We had this really cool counselor and he passed the joint around the camp fire. But why should that matter now?"
"You've polluted your body with toxin and sin, you must repent! Repent and be cleansed!," Dutchy joked in the style of an evangelist. I snickered loudly as the rest of the class piled into the room.
All in all there were only ten kids, I'd of thought the class would of been bigger.
"They just haven't caught us all yet," Dutchy smirked.
I glanced around the room, at lease half the kids I'd never seen before.
"Need introductions?," Dutchy asked.
I shook my head, "Just tell me who they are."
"Okay... have you met Skylar?" I nodded. "Ah, which means you've met Spot too. Alright... Hows about Tiger?"
"No, which one's that?"
"See the bubbly little red head over there? That's Tiger, a girl after my own heart. She's done ecstasy and speed. See the brown hair guy and the Asian kid? They're Pie Eater and Swifty. They both use to do speed real bad, that's how Swifty got his name. Pie has the attention deficit disorder, so speed just made him all the more hyper."
"What about the guy wiping his nose?"
Dutchy chuckled, "Snoddy. He was a huge coke head, the nose wiping this is sorta a habit. The guy next to him is Bumlets, he use to sell weed so he's in here for testing the product." He glanced around the room, "That's everyone, right?"
"Nope," a dark haired girl sat down in a desk besides us. I recognized her from the cafeteria. "Forgot about me, Dutch."
"Dave, this is Polecat and she has no reason to be here."
I looked at here quizzically, "Then why are you here?"
"Teachers are convinced I'm high."
"Why?"
"'Cause she acts it," Dutchy said. "She laughs over the simplest things--"
"Dude, that squirrel totally ran straight into the tree. It was fuckin' funny!"
"And she says 'duuuuude' all the time. Plus she can't remember shit half the time. She always loses her books or an article of clothing, which by the way, Specs found your bra."
"Hey, just 'cause I'm a space case, doesn't mean I'm high."
Dutchy rolled his eyes, "Sure."
"Dude, I'm not!"
"Attention class," Ms. Larkson called attention to the front of the room. "The bell as rung and class is starting."
"And I," Polecat slumped down in her seat, "am napping."
"Margaret." Polecat nearly hit the roof as Medda directed attention her way, "Today we'll start with you."
The dark hair girl walked to the front of the class, "Yeah, hi, I'm Polecat and I've been clean now for.... mmmm, all my life!"
"I've only done it once," I whispered to Dutchy. "What am I supposed to say?"
He shrugged, "Just say how bad you felt after doing it, that it got you really sick and you pray to God every day for forgiveness."
"That'll work?"
"I dunno, but it's what I keep saying."
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*sings* I'm off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz. Toody, toody, sha la la la la la...
*Pie!Muse comes and drags Polecat away* I think you might need some sleep.
