Josh gets kicked out of the druggies house, and tries to make it through school, and all he wants to do is get high..
"Hey, kid! Wake up! My girlfriend doesn't want a bunch of addicts in the house!"
I open my eyes, groaning as the room spins.
"Fuck you." I snarl as I feel a major headache come on. The guy looks pissed, as I gather my needles, and the bag of powder.
I decide to go to school, knowing I'd either: A) piss off my friends for being in thier presence or B) throw up from this splitting headache, and be sent home.
I walk into my foreign language class, which is Japanese.
My teacher looks at me, "/Ohayou gozaimasu Josh-kun. Ogenki deksuka?/"
I look at her, "/Hai, Yuni-sensei. Daijoubu daiyo./"
I sit in my seat, and pull out my notebook. I scribble down random notes, and smile as the bell rang.
One class down, six to go... I think as I walk into the lunchroom. My smile fades, as the smell of food invades my nose. I feel myself gag, and groan. My best friend, Jake looks at me.
"Good God Josh! You look like /shit/"
"Dude, I feel like shit." I laugh weakly.
Jake grabs my arm.
"C'mon dude! It's lunch! Your favorite class!"
My head is spinning as I get closer to the food. I grab something that I know I'll throw up later. I sit at a table, and Jake eyes me curiously.
"You okay Josh?"
I nod as I take a bite of pizza.
Jake looks at me, "Good God! You look horrible!!"
I look at him and smile weakly, "I'm not that bad. I just have a stomach virus."
He raises an eyebrow at me. I look at him, "What?"
"You look like you're gonna puke man!"
"I'm not gonna puke, okay?" I say.
I feel so fucking nauseous, and go and throw my pizza in the trash. I have English next. My best subject, like art.
I walk into class and my eccentric teacher looks at me, "Hello Joshua!"
I smile, "Hey."
She starts talking about torture of the 1800s. Maybe I should have skipped today. My head feels like a goddamn cement block, and I feel dizzy.
I surprisingly make it through class, and have my favorite class, Art!
I walk into the studio, and find a note on the blackboard. It says: /I am allowing a free period. Please work on any artwork you please. Have a good day!/
I grab a sketchbook, and draw a bunch of needles, and syringes, with blood forming the words: Heroin Love. I smile at my work.
The bell rings once again, I am in a daze, as the rest of the day passes by. My mind is fogged after getting out of school at 2:14 pm.
I just want to get high. I feel the effects of the heroin wearing off. My legs are shaking, as I walk to the kitchen. My mom gasps.
"Joshua! You look pale! Are you not feeling well?"
I look at her, "It's stage make up mom. Halloween is coming up."
Way to go Ramsay!
She looks at me, "Okay honey. Supper will be ready in an hour."
"Thanks." I mutter, walking back to my room.
/And all I wanna do is get high..../
*TWO REVIEWS?? I LOVE YOU GUYS!! Anyway, I'm not sure how school works in Canada, I live in the USA, but for my school we had to take a foreign language class, so I had josh take Japanese like I did, because that's the only foreign language I know! Anyway R&R please?*