The coke I’d done the night before had totally caught up with me, and all I wanted was to go to bed and just black out on my life for a while. Then at ten o’clock when my cell phone rang, I woke up just long enough to turn it off. The next morning I got to school pretty late since I slept through my alarm, and when my mom came into my room all frantic, I told her I wasn’t feeling well. Then I figured, if I’m gonna miss first period, then I may as well miss second and third, right? But by lunch, I was wide-awake and feeling much better, so I decided to go. As my mom drove me to school she kept going on and on about how I might still be sick and that maybe I should stay home and rest until I got better. “You don’t want to be sick for the dance,” she said. “Mom, it’s like three weeks away.” I rolled my eyes. “But still.” “I’ll see you later.” I slammed the car door and headed for the lunch tables, feeling bad about faking sick, but probably not as bad as I should.
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