Sophomore year. Chapter 1

I was 15, a sophomore and had absolutely no one close. My father overdosed on heroin three years before and died. My mother was also a drug addict. She would leave me by myself for months at a time and would only come back to steal money from me. I was the kid your mother warned you about. I smoke, drank, did drugs, fought, broke into stores for money. I was a fuck up.

My friends and I had a fort we made in the woods. No one knew about it. We would walk a different way each day so we didn't make a trail. We would drink and smoke and do any drug we could get inside the fort. It was a simple fort. Just some pieces of plywood nailed together. We had a couch, some lawn chairs and a battery powered radio inside. I skipped school a lot and would go hang out there. My teachers would call my house (when I was able to pay the electricity bill) and leave messages for my mother saying I wasn't in school and I am failing my classes.

One day I actually went to school. One of my teachers, Ms. Cook asked where I had been. I told her my mother had been sick and I had to take care of her. I could tell right then she didn't believe me but she accepted my answer without anymore questions. Ms. Cook was my favorite teacher. She was the only one happy to see me when my other teachers treated me like the scum I was and knew I should be in a juvenile prison somewhere. She had straight dirty blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Bright blue eyes, a cute little nose and luscious lips made up her beautiful face. She was a very young looking lady for her age. She was about 37 when this took place. She was slim. Her breasts weren't exactly the biggest but they were always very perky and nice. She had a cute little ass. One that you just couldn't help but stare at which was extremely hard to stop on fridays when she was able to wear jeans.

I went to her classroom after school to see if she would lend me a dollar for a drink. She did and we had a small conversation for awhile about my dog Kona, a brown and white pit bull puppy. When we finished talking I walked to the store and got a drink. As I made my way home I felt as if I was being followed. I turned around at one point and only saw two men working in a yard and a white car driving by. Nothing strange. When I got home there was a white car sitting in front of my house. I figured it was just someone at my neighbors house. I fed Kona and went to the fort. I kept feeling like I was being followed but couldn't see anything. I got to the edge of the woods and looked back. A white car drove past.

"Fuck that is weird" I thought as I went in.

I got about 30 feet into the woods and I heard a car horn. Like it was being locked.

"Who the fuck drove?" I said quietly to myself. "Oh shit I bet it was Ryan!"

When I got to the fort my friends were already there.

"Yo! what's up dude?!" all my friends said as I walked in.

"Hey guys. Who is coming?" I said as I sat on the couch.

"Uhh, just you, me, Chris and Jacob" my friend Dakotah said while rolling a joint.

"So no one drove?"

" Nah bro, not unless you rode your motorcycle." He said still rolling.

"Damn thats weird. I heard a car lock like at the edge of the woods. You know, like where we go in at." I said.

"Eh it's nothing bro. Here hit this" He handed me the joint. I took two hits and passed it around the circle.

As we smoked and drank we discussed our lives, who got out of jail recently, who recently went to jail, girls, and just random shit. It was just another normal day in the ...

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