This is a story that I write awhile back...There are a few errors in it, but that's how I write...Straight through, not reading it again.
"Coke"
As a young girl kneels before a coffee table, she begins to snort a line of coke. Marijuana and cigarettes smokes fills the small apartment. There is no reality here. The only colors that be seen, other then the three kids trippin' on acid over on the chair, are the many streams of Christmas lights hung all over the apartment. The coke is no more insight for this girl. She closes her eyes and brushes the excess, from the underside of her nose, with the back side of her hand. The girl sits back, struggling to get her legs straightened out. After a few minutes of her attempts, she finally gets them released. They lay straight out, underneath the table, while her hands rest behind her shoulders. She relaxes and takes the full feeling of what's going on around her and inside her. She looks around the living room, seeing guys and girls doing drugs, smoking cigarettes and drinking liquor. She tries to thinks more about that, but nothing can come from it, for the shitty techno music in the background. She slowly falls back to the floor. She looks around, she really doesn't remember how she had come to the floor. She takes a few moments, to look around the floor, which seemed like too long for her. Her poor attempts to get up, fail every time. Her mind feels so much energy, but her body doesn't feel the same. She gives up only after about five minutes. As this girl, lays on the floor, no one has yet kicked her. This fact was surprising, the drunks would have surely at least tripped over her, but nothing. She looks all around the room that over 20 people are in. They are all doing something, smoking weed, drinking some sort of liquor, taking acid, snorting coke, injecting heroin. Time is taking its toll, her eyes finally close to dream. When the morning comes brightly, the girl wakes up and begins to stretch all of her stiff and very tense limbs. She pulls her self from under the coffee table, and sits up, bent over. While rubbing one of her eyes, she gets up and heads to the bathroom. The bathroom smells very good, not like the rest of the house. This is the only room, in the apartment, that no one uses except her. When she opens the door, she notices glass in the sink and on the ground. "It must have been John, he really freaks out when he does too much acid." She thought to her self, as she looks out of the bathroom door. John, sitting on a chair, with one arm hung over the edge, covered in a cloth soaked in dried blood. She pulls her self back into the bathroom, pushing the glass, with a dirty pair of pants, under the sink. She turns the hot water on, knowing that there won't be any coming out. She wipes her face off and cleans up. Then she moves slowly to another part of the apartment, to all of her clothes. She pulls some clothes harshly from the drawers and then goes back to the bathroom, she closes the door behind her. Striping down and then putting her clean layers back on. Stands in front of the broken mirror and tries to put her makeup on. She is done with all of this, then gets her backpack and leaves for school. Walking on the way to school, she thinks about things that she is supposed to, not sex, booze or drugs, nothing like that. She thinks about her mother and father, but not in a good way. She thinks about their deaths. She has been alone for almost a year now, she misses them. Just as she starts to cry, something which she hasn't done since the death of her parents, she reaches the front of the school. She wipes her tears away and goes into the building, hell, 6th grade is hard enough.
"Coke"
As a young girl kneels before a coffee table, she begins to snort a line of coke. Marijuana and cigarettes smokes fills the small apartment. There is no reality here. The only colors that be seen, other then the three kids trippin' on acid over on the chair, are the many streams of Christmas lights hung all over the apartment. The coke is no more insight for this girl. She closes her eyes and brushes the excess, from the underside of her nose, with the back side of her hand. The girl sits back, struggling to get her legs straightened out. After a few minutes of her attempts, she finally gets them released. They lay straight out, underneath the table, while her hands rest behind her shoulders. She relaxes and takes the full feeling of what's going on around her and inside her. She looks around the living room, seeing guys and girls doing drugs, smoking cigarettes and drinking liquor. She tries to thinks more about that, but nothing can come from it, for the shitty techno music in the background. She slowly falls back to the floor. She looks around, she really doesn't remember how she had come to the floor. She takes a few moments, to look around the floor, which seemed like too long for her. Her poor attempts to get up, fail every time. Her mind feels so much energy, but her body doesn't feel the same. She gives up only after about five minutes. As this girl, lays on the floor, no one has yet kicked her. This fact was surprising, the drunks would have surely at least tripped over her, but nothing. She looks all around the room that over 20 people are in. They are all doing something, smoking weed, drinking some sort of liquor, taking acid, snorting coke, injecting heroin. Time is taking its toll, her eyes finally close to dream. When the morning comes brightly, the girl wakes up and begins to stretch all of her stiff and very tense limbs. She pulls her self from under the coffee table, and sits up, bent over. While rubbing one of her eyes, she gets up and heads to the bathroom. The bathroom smells very good, not like the rest of the house. This is the only room, in the apartment, that no one uses except her. When she opens the door, she notices glass in the sink and on the ground. "It must have been John, he really freaks out when he does too much acid." She thought to her self, as she looks out of the bathroom door. John, sitting on a chair, with one arm hung over the edge, covered in a cloth soaked in dried blood. She pulls her self back into the bathroom, pushing the glass, with a dirty pair of pants, under the sink. She turns the hot water on, knowing that there won't be any coming out. She wipes her face off and cleans up. Then she moves slowly to another part of the apartment, to all of her clothes. She pulls some clothes harshly from the drawers and then goes back to the bathroom, she closes the door behind her. Striping down and then putting her clean layers back on. Stands in front of the broken mirror and tries to put her makeup on. She is done with all of this, then gets her backpack and leaves for school. Walking on the way to school, she thinks about things that she is supposed to, not sex, booze or drugs, nothing like that. She thinks about her mother and father, but not in a good way. She thinks about their deaths. She has been alone for almost a year now, she misses them. Just as she starts to cry, something which she hasn't done since the death of her parents, she reaches the front of the school. She wipes her tears away and goes into the building, hell, 6th grade is hard enough.
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