I'm still here
Chapter Three
Present Time
"I'm going to Angies, see you later!" I called out,
but before I could shut the door, my dad grabbed my arm and
pulled me back inside. "Ow, dad, what the heck." I
rubbed my shoulder
and he paced back and forth. "You aren't going
out."
"Yes. I am. What's wrong with you? I always go to
Angies!" He shook his head.
And held up a little empty baggie. "Explain
yourself."
My stomach dropped. "I didn't smoke that, dad."
He stuffed it into his pocket. "Oh really?" I nodded,
"Really. I threw it out the window. I guess I didn't
toss the bag. I promise you." I could feel tears welling up
in my eyes. I was such an easy cryer, god damnit. I cleared my
throat, "I'm not lying. you know I wouldn't."
He nodded after a minute.
"Fine. Go on, have fun. I better not find out you
lied."
..
"Can you believe it? He seriously found the bag! Hah! Did
you feed him a good lie?"
She chewed on her finger nail, waiting for my response. "I
told the truth.." She laughed at me.
"You did? And he didn't flip? Haha!" I shrugged,
"I didn't smoke it." She stopped laughing and
chewing and gaped at me. "What. You threw out 30 dollars of
weed? that I gave you as a present?"
I nodded slowly. "I didn't wanna try it."
She growled at me, "Well you should've given it back to
me!" "I don't want you smoking that
crud either."
She shook her head, "You're nuts. It's not bad for
you."
"Yes. It is. Even if not the actual plant the smoke is.
You're messing yourself over and you're 16! Grow up,
Angie. There is more to life than drugs and alcohol, I don't
want to lose you young."
She looked mad for a second, but then sighed, "Yeah yeah.
Whatever. Come on, let's go to sleep."
I frowned at her, "Promise." "Promise? Promise
what?" I threw a pillow at her, "That you'll stop
drinking and smoking. Please?" She turned over on her side
and flipped me off, "I'll take it as a yes then."
"Oh fine." She mumbled into the pillow.
*Beep beep*
Her phone rang with a text, she sprang up and a smile spread
across her face.
"You know that feeling you described to me?" I nodded
slowly.
"Would you like to feel that again?" I nodded
slower.
"Come on, put on some jeans and a sweatshirt. We're
going out."
I looked at the clock just as there was a tap at Ang's
window.
A pale face peeked in at us and I buttoned my black jeans and
pulled on my Black Vans hoodie.
"Ready, Angie?" A male voice called into the room. She
shut off the light and ushered me out her window first and then
followed silently behind.
"Yup, Guys, meet Halley. Halley, meet the guys."