Carpe Lunae.1.

This is my first story guys! aren't you proud!!? well anyways enjoy and remember banner's are always welcomed!

Re-education.1.
If you’re reading this then there is no time. If your somehow able to relate to this then your even more pathetic then I am. This is the story of my tragically drugged up youth. If you think I’m vulgar and rude guess what? I don’t give a f**k. If you’re not into stories with sex, violence, and the harsh cruelties of life then stop reading now.
But if you want to hear a fifteen year-olds tale about how she thinks she knows it all then welcome home maybe you’ll learn something.
I could start with an introduction about myself, my non-existent friends, and my delightfully deranged parent’s but that would be boring wouldn’t it? So I’ll start with what makes this story somewhat interesting.
John.

He was terribly handsome and too cocky for his own good. He thought he was king of the world and could have anything he wanted. It was just my luck that this b*****d wanted me.
See, now I could explain to you how gorgeous his eyes were and how amazing his body was shaped but I’m a selfish b***h that would rather keep it to herself.
I didn’t use to be like this... I had friends. Don’t scoff because I know that’s what you’re thinking but it’s true. I lived with my middle-class mother and my obscene brother.
I’m one of those selfish brats that you would like to slap around a few times. So far your probably thinking where is this story going? But one of the only truths you will hear in my story is that well I just don’t know.
I make myself out to be one of those girls you wish you could be. I’m the one guys flirted with, girls wanted to be friends with, and the daughter in-law parent’s wanted. Or well I used to be.

I don’t believe in destiny and all that other s**t but I’m pretty sure I messed that up on that first Monday in March. I always hated Monday’s anyways.

School had just ended when I set out to my bus. Oh s**t I had forgotten my gym uniform back in my locker. Who wants to go to school with dirty gym clothes? No one. So I ran back determined to not miss my bus but guess what! As I ran back I tripped over the janitor’s mop earning some death glares from the “I never finished high school so I pick up after stuck up rich kids.” I quickly got up and got my gym uniform. Who liked uniforms anyways? It made us seem like disgusting robots with only one mind. Then again most of us were like that. I called up my father to pick me up but he was to god damn busy doing only god knows what. Then I called my brother who only seemed to own a cell phone for the casualty of dropping it. And finally I called my mother. Oh my mother wasn’t a saint, far from it actually but she was religious. Very religious. This explains my current location, the stupid catholic want to-be saint high school. See she thinks I’m a perfect daughter who doesn’t swear, f**k, blaze, or anything of the sort. Well to be fair I didn’t at that point.

So anyways back to the story I called her up only to receive a “You’ve reached...” Don’t you just hate those? It’s like I know who I called and they are obviously not there. I do NOT need to hear your annoying fucked up voice to tell me my own mother is too busy to pick me up.
And so I made my way outside in the rain.
Perhaps I could take the city bus? Oh wait I don’t have any money. I contemplated walking home but that was a two hour walk.
So I went outside and leaned against the wall hoping for an idea to jump at me like a rabid giraffe hiding in the fields.
And then one did...except it didn’t jump just leaned up against the wall beside me and offered me

some small talk and a drink from something wrapped in a brown paper bag.

Looking back I now realise how stupid I was to take that first drink but I can’t go back so f**k it.

I had assumed this was just some beer or vodka. I heard alcohol numbs you. And it did just that. I said thank you and gulped it down. Or at least I tried. I spat it out because of its burning feel. He then proceeded to smile goofily at me and ask me if I was a virgin in taker.

I knew if I lied he would be able to tell so I replied with the truth. He laughed. I didn’t expect that but neither did I expect that I would smile along side with him and find his f*****g dimples cute. Some of us are just too naive.

He told me to follow him to his Durango. Yes told me, he didn’t ask me but demanded me to do so. Being young and wanting some adventure I did just that. We sat in the parking lot for about an hour or two drinking away our misfortunes.

He even played the guitar he had. He asked me if I would want to see him again. He knew I was weak and young. He knew. He knew. But I guess he didn’t care as long as he got what he wanted. I replied enthusiastically with a yes and told him my name even though he hadn’t bothered to ask. He used that “oh your name is beautiful just like you” line. Being stupid I believed it to be sincere.

Then he told me his. John.

Do you know that song you had me at hello? Well as cliché as it is he had me at “It’s raining like a b***h huh?”

After our first meeting he drove me home and left with my number. I was a fool. A fool that would change the way some people look at life.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

That was really nice ,so spontaneous ,like someone writing just whatever comes to mind..
thats why it sounded so true,like you took me there ,i was seeing you going through all this
you did not tell what that boy really did ,but i could see how some could exploit people who they know they are weak and lonely
its amazing that one should take anyone offer to drink especially as he is a total stranger,
that was so wrong ,you were not so clear ,so i will say you were so lucky it ended in a somehow good way ,it may have taken a very bad course
but o the whole this was very exciting to read ,i really enjoyed it ,you surely know how to tell a story
i think you should go on and tell us more,its very nice the way you do it..
lovely write..

[Markymark]

This is raw and gutsy. Writers always want to be read though......totherwise they wouldn't write at all. The I don't give a F*** attitude will just resonate with a few people. You want the edginess, but the pull of many readers..to make them see you. Don't turn them off and tune them out....just lull them in.... the slap them in the face with reality.

Can't wait for the next chapt.

Markymark

[Yosef]

honest. i dug it. very raw.