From the Depths of My Dreams, chapter 1
*Renee's P.O.V*
"You gets the fuck out of thiss house right now! Don't every think of fucking setting footses back intos this place!"
Ya know, just your typical saturday night with the usual drunk mom. It's pretty fucking hard to live in a place where no one understands you, especially when they're drunk. But I think after 15 years, I'm pretty used to it.
Haha, sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Renee and I'm 15 years old. I live in a sucky little place, New Jersey. The state itself isn't bad but it's the family and the house and the expensive cars and the stereotypical shit that gets to me. Sometimes I just want to escape. Ya know? Just leave this place with my last words as have fun fucking up your life. Haha but that isn't going to change until I leave home for college. Anyway, back to reality.
"Mom, I'm not going to talk to you when you're drunk!"
I always try to stay calm when my mom is drunk.
"You fuckings lil shits!" My mom sure had a way with words when she was drunk. "Don't you fuckings ignores me!"
"I'll be up in my room. When you're sober you can come and talk to me. Until then, have a glass of water and I left some food on the table for you. G'Night" I simply walked from the kitchen up to my room.
15 years of this from my mom. Well not all 15 years were full of cursing and beating and getting smashed every night. Believe it or not, there actually was a time when my mom and I got along. But ever since I moved from Chicago and my mom left her job, things haven't been the same. Oh well, I can't dwell in the past forever. Here's a basic family history though:
When my mom, Caren, was 24 she married her first husband Ricky. That ended in a divorce 2 years later. Let's just say Ricky was a litlle bit of a kleptomaniac. Robbing a liquor store wasn't smart, especially since it was under construction and there was no liquor in it.
When my mom turned 27, the age was recieved with a birthday bash at a local club. There she met her next boyfriend, James, better known as Jimmie. They were married 9 months later. 3 months after that, the found out that my mom was already 3 months pregnant. That's where I come in.
September 19, 1973, I was born.
The first 6 years of my life were decent. I lived in a small town in Barrington, Illinoise. Tragically I had to leave my ever so familiar neighborhood and move to Colts Neck, New Jersey.
At 6 years old, I wasn't really the rebel I am today. But even at that age, I knew I wasn't going to like the town of the prissy and the posh. It's just not my scene.
5 years later, 3 weeks and 2 days after my 11th birthday, my dad, Jimmie, was hit by a semi on his way home from work. Unfortounately, he was killed on impact along with his girlfriend. That's when a mental semi hit my mom's brain and she realized that Jimmie was cheating on her and she now had no predominant source of income. We were well off to begin with, but things were definately going to change.
So here I am now, 15 and still living in the shitty old town of Colts Neck. I was right though. I hate it here. I don't have anything against preps persey, but some of them are serious bitches.
*Back to reality*
*The Next Morning*
"And here's one of my all time favorites, I Apologize by Husker Du ..."
As the song began I danced around my room in my bright red underware. My new CD player is the best thing ever. I still listen to music off a traditional turn table but I got a CD player a few years ago, along with my first CD, New Day Rising by Husker Du. It's the best. My mom bought it for me for christmas. As much as we don't get along, we have enough respect to exchange christmas gifts.
Anyway, time to get ready for school. Eyeliner.. check.. spiked belt.. check.. chucks.. che- Wait!? Where the fuck are my favorite Chucks???? I'm not going to school without my favorite black worn Chuck Taylors.
"SHIT!" I yelled.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CURSING THIS FUCKING EARLY IN THE MORNING?!" my mom yelled to me from the kitchen. " AND TURN THAT HUSKER DU SHIT DOWN!" I love the way she yells at me for cursding too early in the morning, I wish she would speak for herself.
"Husker Du isn't shit mom and I can't find my fucking CHUCKS!" It really sucks running around in the morning trying to get all your shit together. Lets see.. 2 minutes until the bus gets here. Oh well, I guess I'll walk.
*On The Way To School*
Hmm.. seems Chris isn't walking to school today. Maybe he was smart enough to catch the bus in time. I guess I'll walk alone to school today. I know it's rather early to be lighting up but I haven't had a joint in a while and luckily I had one rolled from last night. I didn't smoke it for some reason though.
I took a long drag from the joint. MM.. now that's some good shit. I'm almost dry though. My usual dealer dropped out of school so I'm stuck finding a new guy. My friend Chris that I was talking abuot before probably knows where I can get some of the good shit.
*School Has Ajourned (unfortounately)*
Lets see.. nothing good happening in 1st period, or 2nd, or 3rd, or any period for that matter. I guess it's time to cut 7th period and go out back for a smoke. I've always had good times out back.. Just me and my trusty joint. Well except for once..
*Flashback to the Previous School Year*
Time to cut 7th peiod again.. Let me quickly check my bag and make sure I have my 'needed' supplies. Yep.
I dismissed myself from World Civilization class. I made sure to sway my hips a little more then usual when I walked past a guy in my class's seat. His name was Brad and man was he HOT! I'm also guessing my little hip plan worked because as soon as I walked by, I noticed him shift in his chair to catch a glimpse of my ass. 'Mission Accomplished.'
*Brad's P.O.V.*
Holy FUCK! Renee is looking pretty hot today! Haha I noticed her hips move a little more from side to side when she walked past my desk. As if that wasn't obvious that she wanted my attention and I hate to say it but it worked! I excused myself from class moments after Renee left...
*Renee's P.O.V.*
"..WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled.
"Renee keep your voice down!" It was my math teacher. He was lighting something up and by the tender sweet aroma that filled my lungs, I could tell it was pot. My Geometry teacher smoking pot. Funny.
"Mr. Lewis, what the fuck are you doing out here lighting up?" I asked. "Isn't that shit illegal?" I'm good at playing dumb and innocent. Mr. Lewis was speechless. "It's okay Mr. Lewis, I won't tell, now get out of here before some other kid comes back here."
*Brad's P.O.V.*
OK. Now I'm off to find out where Renee went. Lets see.. she's probably not in the nurses office, or the cafeteria, oh but I know the "secret spot." Haha typical. I don't even know renee that much but I do know that if anyone was at the "secret spot", it would be her.
I opened the doors to the back part of the building. 'sniff' That sweet smell is very familiar. It's not the pot that I'm talking about either it's...
"Renee? Hey, what the fuck are you doing out here?" I'm good at playing stupid. I noticed she quickly stomped out her joint and coughed out the puff of smoke she was holding in.
"*cough* FUCK! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were a teacher! *more coughing*" She was cute when she was scared shitless, but if it were up to me, I'd want to be the one comforting her, not scaring her. If only she knew.
*Renee's P.O.V.*
I heard the door squeak open. 'FUCK. I'M GONNA GET CAUGHT!' That was all that was racing through my head. Despite the cutting class, I was a good student in school; clean record, good grades. Hell, I was even on honor roll. Getting caught now was a shitload of trouble. Not to mention was i cutting class, but I was cutting to light up some illegal shit by the back of the school. Time to think fast!
A head emerged from the doorway. I was taken aback. It was...
"Brad?" I muttered to myself....
What the fuck was he doing out here? He doesn't do this kind of shit... or maybe he does. 'Brownie points for Brad...'
"Renee?".... that was all i could comprehend...
"You gets the fuck out of thiss house right now! Don't every think of fucking setting footses back intos this place!"
Ya know, just your typical saturday night with the usual drunk mom. It's pretty fucking hard to live in a place where no one understands you, especially when they're drunk. But I think after 15 years, I'm pretty used to it.
Haha, sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Renee and I'm 15 years old. I live in a sucky little place, New Jersey. The state itself isn't bad but it's the family and the house and the expensive cars and the stereotypical shit that gets to me. Sometimes I just want to escape. Ya know? Just leave this place with my last words as have fun fucking up your life. Haha but that isn't going to change until I leave home for college. Anyway, back to reality.
"Mom, I'm not going to talk to you when you're drunk!"
I always try to stay calm when my mom is drunk.
"You fuckings lil shits!" My mom sure had a way with words when she was drunk. "Don't you fuckings ignores me!"
"I'll be up in my room. When you're sober you can come and talk to me. Until then, have a glass of water and I left some food on the table for you. G'Night" I simply walked from the kitchen up to my room.
15 years of this from my mom. Well not all 15 years were full of cursing and beating and getting smashed every night. Believe it or not, there actually was a time when my mom and I got along. But ever since I moved from Chicago and my mom left her job, things haven't been the same. Oh well, I can't dwell in the past forever. Here's a basic family history though:
When my mom, Caren, was 24 she married her first husband Ricky. That ended in a divorce 2 years later. Let's just say Ricky was a litlle bit of a kleptomaniac. Robbing a liquor store wasn't smart, especially since it was under construction and there was no liquor in it.
When my mom turned 27, the age was recieved with a birthday bash at a local club. There she met her next boyfriend, James, better known as Jimmie. They were married 9 months later. 3 months after that, the found out that my mom was already 3 months pregnant. That's where I come in.
September 19, 1973, I was born.
The first 6 years of my life were decent. I lived in a small town in Barrington, Illinoise. Tragically I had to leave my ever so familiar neighborhood and move to Colts Neck, New Jersey.
At 6 years old, I wasn't really the rebel I am today. But even at that age, I knew I wasn't going to like the town of the prissy and the posh. It's just not my scene.
5 years later, 3 weeks and 2 days after my 11th birthday, my dad, Jimmie, was hit by a semi on his way home from work. Unfortounately, he was killed on impact along with his girlfriend. That's when a mental semi hit my mom's brain and she realized that Jimmie was cheating on her and she now had no predominant source of income. We were well off to begin with, but things were definately going to change.
So here I am now, 15 and still living in the shitty old town of Colts Neck. I was right though. I hate it here. I don't have anything against preps persey, but some of them are serious bitches.
*Back to reality*
*The Next Morning*
"And here's one of my all time favorites, I Apologize by Husker Du ..."
As the song began I danced around my room in my bright red underware. My new CD player is the best thing ever. I still listen to music off a traditional turn table but I got a CD player a few years ago, along with my first CD, New Day Rising by Husker Du. It's the best. My mom bought it for me for christmas. As much as we don't get along, we have enough respect to exchange christmas gifts.
Anyway, time to get ready for school. Eyeliner.. check.. spiked belt.. check.. chucks.. che- Wait!? Where the fuck are my favorite Chucks???? I'm not going to school without my favorite black worn Chuck Taylors.
"SHIT!" I yelled.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CURSING THIS FUCKING EARLY IN THE MORNING?!" my mom yelled to me from the kitchen. " AND TURN THAT HUSKER DU SHIT DOWN!" I love the way she yells at me for cursding too early in the morning, I wish she would speak for herself.
"Husker Du isn't shit mom and I can't find my fucking CHUCKS!" It really sucks running around in the morning trying to get all your shit together. Lets see.. 2 minutes until the bus gets here. Oh well, I guess I'll walk.
*On The Way To School*
Hmm.. seems Chris isn't walking to school today. Maybe he was smart enough to catch the bus in time. I guess I'll walk alone to school today. I know it's rather early to be lighting up but I haven't had a joint in a while and luckily I had one rolled from last night. I didn't smoke it for some reason though.
I took a long drag from the joint. MM.. now that's some good shit. I'm almost dry though. My usual dealer dropped out of school so I'm stuck finding a new guy. My friend Chris that I was talking abuot before probably knows where I can get some of the good shit.
*School Has Ajourned (unfortounately)*
Lets see.. nothing good happening in 1st period, or 2nd, or 3rd, or any period for that matter. I guess it's time to cut 7th period and go out back for a smoke. I've always had good times out back.. Just me and my trusty joint. Well except for once..
*Flashback to the Previous School Year*
Time to cut 7th peiod again.. Let me quickly check my bag and make sure I have my 'needed' supplies. Yep.
I dismissed myself from World Civilization class. I made sure to sway my hips a little more then usual when I walked past a guy in my class's seat. His name was Brad and man was he HOT! I'm also guessing my little hip plan worked because as soon as I walked by, I noticed him shift in his chair to catch a glimpse of my ass. 'Mission Accomplished.'
*Brad's P.O.V.*
Holy FUCK! Renee is looking pretty hot today! Haha I noticed her hips move a little more from side to side when she walked past my desk. As if that wasn't obvious that she wanted my attention and I hate to say it but it worked! I excused myself from class moments after Renee left...
*Renee's P.O.V.*
"..WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled.
"Renee keep your voice down!" It was my math teacher. He was lighting something up and by the tender sweet aroma that filled my lungs, I could tell it was pot. My Geometry teacher smoking pot. Funny.
"Mr. Lewis, what the fuck are you doing out here lighting up?" I asked. "Isn't that shit illegal?" I'm good at playing dumb and innocent. Mr. Lewis was speechless. "It's okay Mr. Lewis, I won't tell, now get out of here before some other kid comes back here."
*Brad's P.O.V.*
OK. Now I'm off to find out where Renee went. Lets see.. she's probably not in the nurses office, or the cafeteria, oh but I know the "secret spot." Haha typical. I don't even know renee that much but I do know that if anyone was at the "secret spot", it would be her.
I opened the doors to the back part of the building. 'sniff' That sweet smell is very familiar. It's not the pot that I'm talking about either it's...
"Renee? Hey, what the fuck are you doing out here?" I'm good at playing stupid. I noticed she quickly stomped out her joint and coughed out the puff of smoke she was holding in.
"*cough* FUCK! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were a teacher! *more coughing*" She was cute when she was scared shitless, but if it were up to me, I'd want to be the one comforting her, not scaring her. If only she knew.
*Renee's P.O.V.*
I heard the door squeak open. 'FUCK. I'M GONNA GET CAUGHT!' That was all that was racing through my head. Despite the cutting class, I was a good student in school; clean record, good grades. Hell, I was even on honor roll. Getting caught now was a shitload of trouble. Not to mention was i cutting class, but I was cutting to light up some illegal shit by the back of the school. Time to think fast!
A head emerged from the doorway. I was taken aback. It was...
"Brad?" I muttered to myself....
What the fuck was he doing out here? He doesn't do this kind of shit... or maybe he does. 'Brownie points for Brad...'
"Renee?".... that was all i could comprehend...
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