What We Do Is Secret..., chapter 3
Wonderful.
Wonder-fucking-ful.
See I'm so pissed that I'm even making up my own profanity mixed with normal day to day words.
I missed my bus, and that means a twenty minute walk home since my mother
who works two jobs can't get me at the school office.
Man I feel like a drag.
Oh, haven't I told you I smoke pot? Well now I just did. Started in Grade Eight during our school camp. Courtney's parents are junkies so she taxed some joints of them before camp and gave them to us, luckily she planned ahead and bought along some air freshener to cover up the smell. Smart cookie wasn't she?
But I guess a bit to many joints killed her brain cells and now she is the dumbest thing in the whole fucking grade.
As I walked passed a huge park, I noticed some small kids in SGC's uniform... ooh it looks like they're up to something shifty! Neat, I'll go join them if I have too.
Then again I shouldn't since I should be getting home.. but then again walking across the park cuts about five minutes of my trip so I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out.
As I walked closer I could faintly hear what they were saying but still couldn't decide what they were up to.
"CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE!"
"*spits* SHUT THE *coughs* FUCK UP YOU CUNTS"
Ah I see now, they're just Grade Sevens trying to be hardcore by
drinking light beer. Wow. When I was in Grade Seven I was mixing
Bourbon with whipped cream and mixing Vodka with Ritalin.
"Hey you little morons, what you up to?" I piped in.
"Fuck off, we are drinking LIGHT BEER, something you probably can't do!!" one kid replied.
"Hey bro, leave her the fuck alone, she's Markus' sister," another kid said. Oh I recognize this one, he's one of Markus' wannabe emo friends.
"Oh now we know she IS a wuss since MARKUS is one," the moron kid said.
"Markus isn't just a wuss you fucktard, he's also a mother boy and that's why he isn't here with you now. But I amm" I replied. I opened up my bag and dug my hands in deep, took out a joint, took my lighter out of my pocket and just lit up.
I sighed and sat down on a seat... for some reason I was getting an acute orgasm, I don't know why. My mind was hallucinating, then it was as if Daniel had appeared next to me smiling. Man his smile is hot. OH WHAT THE HELL? Am I getting an orgy over one of my best guy mates? That's crazy...
"OHH MAAN MARKUS' SISTER SMOKES POT!"
"THAT IS SO HARDCORE MAN!"
I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of snotty Grade Sevens looking down on me in awe and wonder. This is how God must feel like, and I feel like squashing these kids like ants.
"Man... Can I have a joint?", the moron kid asked.
"You want a joint? I'm not sure you can handle that kiddo, you seem to think drinking light beer is hardcore... so I don't think you can jump onto smoking joints so quick," I replied... aah I love my witty humour.
Then my phone rang, it was Daniel. My heart jumped and I picked up the phone.
"Hey fuck muffin, you called at a good time coz I'm fucking horny for ya"
"Are you stoned Zeppelin?" Daniel laughed.
"TOTALLLYYYYYYYYYYYY," was my reply.
We only talked for about a minute, since the snotty Grade Sevens were still begging me for a joint. And besides, I don't want to talk dirty to him with Markus' friends around.
"Come on bro give us a joint!!!!" they all begged.
"Hmm.. how much you gonna pay you scumbags?"
The poor bastards then emptied out their wallets and pockets. This should be good, there is about 10 of them there.
"Umm.. one hundred dollars and 55 cents good enough?" the moron kid asked.
WOW! With that money I could buy some Green Day memorabilia from Utopia.
"Fine you little snot bags, here is one joint. Give me the money and fuck off." I snatched their money and threw them a joint and started to walk home.
*
"SARAH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU SMOKE POT!!" Markus yelled out as I ran upstairs to play my guitar.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR SNOT BAG FRIENDS TELL YOU?!"
"THAT YOU SOLD THEM A JOINT FOR ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS"
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME TELLING MUM?!"
"No because if you do tell Mum I will just tell all your snot nose friends that I've seen you naked and you're penis is the size of the tampons I use!"
"...You got me there Sarah."
That always makes my fucking brother shut up. Now where was I... oh yeah practice. I started strumming some chords I had written a few days ago and trying to think of some words. I started strumming harder... and harder... and harder.. *snap*. Fuck. My guitar pick broke.
I decided to catch the bus to the Cecil Centre and get a new pick at the music store there.
Just as I payed for my ticket, I got a call...
"Meet me behind the petrol station toilets in half an hour."
I smiled and squeeled in excitement... this is going to be good.
Wonder-fucking-ful.
See I'm so pissed that I'm even making up my own profanity mixed with normal day to day words.
I missed my bus, and that means a twenty minute walk home since my mother
who works two jobs can't get me at the school office.
Man I feel like a drag.
Oh, haven't I told you I smoke pot? Well now I just did. Started in Grade Eight during our school camp. Courtney's parents are junkies so she taxed some joints of them before camp and gave them to us, luckily she planned ahead and bought along some air freshener to cover up the smell. Smart cookie wasn't she?
But I guess a bit to many joints killed her brain cells and now she is the dumbest thing in the whole fucking grade.
As I walked passed a huge park, I noticed some small kids in SGC's uniform... ooh it looks like they're up to something shifty! Neat, I'll go join them if I have too.
Then again I shouldn't since I should be getting home.. but then again walking across the park cuts about five minutes of my trip so I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out.
As I walked closer I could faintly hear what they were saying but still couldn't decide what they were up to.
"CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE!"
"*spits* SHUT THE *coughs* FUCK UP YOU CUNTS"
Ah I see now, they're just Grade Sevens trying to be hardcore by
drinking light beer. Wow. When I was in Grade Seven I was mixing
Bourbon with whipped cream and mixing Vodka with Ritalin.
"Hey you little morons, what you up to?" I piped in.
"Fuck off, we are drinking LIGHT BEER, something you probably can't do!!" one kid replied.
"Hey bro, leave her the fuck alone, she's Markus' sister," another kid said. Oh I recognize this one, he's one of Markus' wannabe emo friends.
"Oh now we know she IS a wuss since MARKUS is one," the moron kid said.
"Markus isn't just a wuss you fucktard, he's also a mother boy and that's why he isn't here with you now. But I amm" I replied. I opened up my bag and dug my hands in deep, took out a joint, took my lighter out of my pocket and just lit up.
I sighed and sat down on a seat... for some reason I was getting an acute orgasm, I don't know why. My mind was hallucinating, then it was as if Daniel had appeared next to me smiling. Man his smile is hot. OH WHAT THE HELL? Am I getting an orgy over one of my best guy mates? That's crazy...
"OHH MAAN MARKUS' SISTER SMOKES POT!"
"THAT IS SO HARDCORE MAN!"
I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of snotty Grade Sevens looking down on me in awe and wonder. This is how God must feel like, and I feel like squashing these kids like ants.
"Man... Can I have a joint?", the moron kid asked.
"You want a joint? I'm not sure you can handle that kiddo, you seem to think drinking light beer is hardcore... so I don't think you can jump onto smoking joints so quick," I replied... aah I love my witty humour.
Then my phone rang, it was Daniel. My heart jumped and I picked up the phone.
"Hey fuck muffin, you called at a good time coz I'm fucking horny for ya"
"Are you stoned Zeppelin?" Daniel laughed.
"TOTALLLYYYYYYYYYYYY," was my reply.
We only talked for about a minute, since the snotty Grade Sevens were still begging me for a joint. And besides, I don't want to talk dirty to him with Markus' friends around.
"Come on bro give us a joint!!!!" they all begged.
"Hmm.. how much you gonna pay you scumbags?"
The poor bastards then emptied out their wallets and pockets. This should be good, there is about 10 of them there.
"Umm.. one hundred dollars and 55 cents good enough?" the moron kid asked.
WOW! With that money I could buy some Green Day memorabilia from Utopia.
"Fine you little snot bags, here is one joint. Give me the money and fuck off." I snatched their money and threw them a joint and started to walk home.
*
"SARAH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU SMOKE POT!!" Markus yelled out as I ran upstairs to play my guitar.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR SNOT BAG FRIENDS TELL YOU?!"
"THAT YOU SOLD THEM A JOINT FOR ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS"
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME TELLING MUM?!"
"No because if you do tell Mum I will just tell all your snot nose friends that I've seen you naked and you're penis is the size of the tampons I use!"
"...You got me there Sarah."
That always makes my fucking brother shut up. Now where was I... oh yeah practice. I started strumming some chords I had written a few days ago and trying to think of some words. I started strumming harder... and harder... and harder.. *snap*. Fuck. My guitar pick broke.
I decided to catch the bus to the Cecil Centre and get a new pick at the music store there.
Just as I payed for my ticket, I got a call...
"Meet me behind the petrol station toilets in half an hour."
I smiled and squeeled in excitement... this is going to be good.
