12 April 2012
I looked at the clock and began to nervously tap my pencil on the edge of the desk. It was ten minutes until the end of the test and I had found that now my maths aswell as my creative writing was absolute rubbish. I began to think about taking the bag out of my pocket and having a little bit of my newly purchased drug when my thoughs we're interrupted.
'Tom,' someone whispered from beside me, 'Tom, over here.' I looked discretely to my right desperately trying to avoid the prying eyes of our teacher just rows ahead of me. It was Charlie. He held up his test revealing pages of answers that were no doubt, all correct. I don't know how he did it. Without a moments though I began to furiously write down answers but stopped when Charlie put his test back down on his desk.
'I'll give you answers if you give me-' I cut him off, I knew what he would say. 'Ok, ok.'
I took the bag out of my pocket and then put it on my desk. 'You first.' I said to Charlie. He took his test and then slid it across the floor towards me. I stopped it with my foot and then laid it next to my test. Half of the room had heard that but no one cared.
Now I took the small bag in my hand and then threw it towards Charlie. It hit him in the face but he managed to recover it and catch the bag in his elbows.
We exchanged smirks and then got on with what we were doing. For the next ten minutes I heard a series of little sniffs coming from Charlie but only I knew what was going on...
'Did you get all of the answers down?' Charlie asked me as we left school. 'Yes, did you leave me any of my cocaine?' Charlie laughed. 'I left most of it... Hey, do you want to come round mine?' 'right now?' 'Yeah, why not. My parents aren't home so we can finish off your cocain and maybe have a little drink.'
This is what I don't get about Charlie. He was a straight A student with a rich family living in a virtual mansion. Yet he takes drugs and drinks like an alcoholic. But... oh well.
'Sure, let's go.'
The Banging (part 2) • Opuss № I