This kid named Nick that I've known for the past few years from school was escorted out
of school in handcuffs today. He had eight hits of acid on him, and
legally speaking, three doses are considered potential manslaughter.
One of my friends that I had met through my boyfriend had gotten a hit from him two days ago,
tripped last night, showed up today and freaked out when he saw
the cop car pulled up in front of the school when we were out driving around on lunch break.
Shady business, I'll say.
I'm taking the ACT again tomorrow because my previous scores were less than satisfactory. I'm stressed as "all get out" about
it, college, and what college might do to my passion for writing.
I realize that I'm still relatively young and that I have plenty of time to make up my mind on what
I want to do with my life, but the reminders of tomorrow keep knocking.
I dunno what tomorrow will turn out to be. Or what I should make it be.
I was quiet tonight.
It doesn''t help that things with my boyfriend are...well, not what I was hoping for.
"I know it hurts, ___, but he kind of neglects you. He doesn't give you the attention you deserve."