I internally groaned as I checked my timetable. My first lesson being art; I was terrible at art. Maybe I should skip? My thoughts were interrupted when a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. "You should really spend your fag money on something like food ey mate! Look how skinny you are!" an Australian accented voice said. "Oh hello Jack"

"You goin' to Matthews party? Last one wasnt right same without you!" The thought of a party excited me until I realised that my brother had told me to go home with Francis... I could skip right?

"As long as you pick me up and there are some cute girls im all for it man!" I laughed, high fiving Jack.

"Awesome!" he said happily, "See ya at break man." Jack manly skipped (he pulled it off) down the hall. What a kid. Yet again my thoughts were interupted by a rather obnoxious bell. "FUCK Im late!" I moaned, I shall have to have a go at Jack later, all his fault!

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The day had dragged on relentlessly and all that kept me going was the thought of how cool the party would be. By the end of the day I could of jumped for joy, literally. Jack met me next to my form room and we hopped onto the bus that went to Jacks house. Jack had been my friend ever since I had moved to America. As we both had a mutual disliking to the annoying americans we decided to stick together. He had light brown hair and light green eyes, not nearly as bright as mine. His build was slightly more muscled compared to my slender form and he was around 10 centimetres above me in height.

At Jacks house I decided to stick to my clothes I had worn to school (skinny jeans were good enough), though Jack had decided he wanted us to wear bandannas. He gave me a union jack one whilst he wore an Australian flagged bandanna. We looked pretty punk but we agreed we looked awesome.. and we did. By the time we had finished with our clothes it was time to head to Matthews.

Matthew was a character to say the least. He was from Denmark and he had this really quiet boy (-friend?) who he acted like he was surgically attached to. But he did throw great partys. By this time, Francis was completely gone from my mind. The excitment had plagued my mind.

As we walked down the street we had gotten some looks and we smiled confidently, I knew we looked awesome. However as soon as we had gotten there Jack and I had gotten drunk, so much for cute girls. I was an childish drunk whilst Jack just got simply crazy. Jack and I sat on the sofa with our drinks talking about shit that we would soon forget about, but this was all part of the experience. Soon 3 hours had gone by in a flash and even in our drunken state we had decided we had enough. We stood and managed to drag ourselves outside. We decided to go to our school to lark about and have some banta, in my sober mind I would have thought myself to be crazy but of course at the moment I was utterly drunk.

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School was empty and dark as we used the walls to help us stand. We laughed crazily for no reason. Room to room we went and searched draws and wrote lewd messages onto the boards, we ate the breads and other foods from the food hall and basically just made a mess for the cleaners. But suddenly I had lost Jack, but I simply shrugged it off (damn drunk me!). I continued to wonder weirdly around school, probably breaking something in my wake until I got bored and decided to go back out to have a fag because why the hell not!

As I was about to light my ciggy, a car light shocked me into dropping it. FUCK! I stomped my foot childishly onto the had snapped to the direction of the annoying light and stared with wide eyes. I looked straight at Francis's white BMW. Damn nice car! With the anger now gone I ran wobbly towards the car which now had a figure stomping angrily towards me. "WHAT THE FUCK ARTHUR?!" The figure screamed. Aww I did something wrong again ahhh maybe I upset dad again... Wasnt my fault he died right! Please dont take me to the bar again I dont like those men heh they were weird! hah... "ARTH-" The voice called but was cut off. You should really finish your sentence, otherwise I wont know what you want... I drifted into a drunken sleep.