A Seccond Home

It wasn't long before the neighbourhood would collapse, anyone could see it was coming to an end. The youth's crime spree's had become more frequent and more intence, the carers of the children who were in care were becoming increasingly worried for the kids wellbeing, deeds done long ago in other locations from their travels or their previous lodgings were unfolding with lasting impacts.

The police would have labled some of them as lost causes, and told the rest to steer clear of them, but that did not mean they were heartless thugs. One of the last acts before the crew was split, only to hear from each other via msn or through news reports, was an act of caring, and of kindness. Generosity that failed, but that showed their true spirit of support.

There was an abandoned house, one that had it's windows boarded up ten years ago when the previous occupants had been brutally murdered in the entrance. All the windows had been smashed from the inside leaving shards of glass covering the floor, and the walls had been covered in graffiti.

They had to bend one of the boards that covered the window back, and remove the remaining shards of glass from the window to get in. But once inside the place seemed so safe and secure in the dark. They knew it would be the ideal spot to chill out. They changed the lock on the back door, and began cleaning the glass up by torchlight. They hooked up the electricity. And when chuckout night came, they began collecting furniture. They had 3 full length couches, a bookshelf, a fridge, a set of cups, several single comfy chairs, 3 blankets, 1 bed, 4 mattresses, 2 pillows and a lamp.

The place was set, and one of them had already decided to move in, to get away from her less than appropriate father. However the neighbour had noticed and caused a ruckus, having all their things thrown out, and having the placed locked up again.

Nothing had come from all of their work. Nothing except the knowledge of what a bunch of streetrats could accomplish, and the spirit they possess.

A Dark Drunken Night

She had enough, she felt so angry she could have killed her little brother. But she knew she didn't want to. so she decided to run away, just for a little while, one night would be enough.

She packed her car, and left, she drove 3 suburbs before acknowledging that she was bored, she wanted to drink, but she wasn't old enough to buy it herself. That hadn't stopped her before, but she didn't have any confidence this time, and she really wanted it this time, like she never had before.

So she called a friend, a friend she didn't want to see, but one who was old enough to buy alcohol. And she did want that.

They would not serve either of them while the younger one was in the store, so she had to describe the type of alcohol she wanted to the older one who had very little knowledge of alcohol, and buy it from a different bottle shop.When they Finlay got the alcohol, 1 bottle of strong spirits for the younger and a four pack of lolly water for the older, they took it to a park, and began to drink, talking of nonsensical things and occasionally having a smoke, even though neither of them regularly smoked.

The mood got darker and darker as dusk began to fall, it was dark enough that the younger allowed the other to put a cigarette out on her, for the temporary relief that pain normally brang her, but which it did not that night. The mood got darker still as dusk came to a close and the night was beginning the older decided to walk home, the younger accompanied her as there was nothing better to be done, and she was craving company. On this long walk it was that the younger mentioned her suicidal inclinations, with the promise of not completing them but the wish that she could.

When they reached the olders house the younger used the toilet and returned to the park alone. She made it the four blocks back to the park before she fell over and threw up, and threw up some more, and crawled a little, and lay on the cold grass in a ball, unable to move long into the night before climbing into the boot of her car and trying to sleep.

It was two weeks before the older one mentioned that night, still with a little worry, the younger one pretended it was all over.

The night ended much worse than it had began, but from then on, the younger one has only drunk alcohol when she's been in a good mood.

It's Sam not Samuel.

He used to be called samuel but now he introduced himself as Sam. He looked at people wierdly when they called him samuel.

This is because he did not like Samuel, he liked Sam, at least he liked him enough, he liked him better than Samuel.

You see samuel was fat, he was a looser, his parents were devorced, he was depressed, he was a dropkick who was a failier at school. He was a total failer at school, and being a boarding school that meant he was a failer all the time. He didn't play sports, his grades were bad, he got picked on, and bashed up, and got in trouble for it, he had NO friends. Everybody hated samuel, but the person who hated him most was Sam.

Although he knew it was true he didnt want to think that he had ever been that person. Sam had his own problems, but everybody does. Samuel couldnt sleep, he got stoned and passed out, Samuel never stayed in the same place for more than a few months but that was fine by him, his job hours were inconsistant and his spending habbits were rediculous. But all of that was ok.

Sam was thin, he had a girlfrined (something samuel could only dream of) actually he had had several, he was energetic, and full of stories and open minded, and he had friends, he could go to a friends place and get high and play guitar, and play station for days. Sam loved that, friends, he had many of them, from all over the place, friends from every town he had lived in.

For all his faults Sam was by far the better of them, Sam was happy, had friends, was independant, and most importantly Sam liked himself, in a way he could never like Samuel.

Lost and Trippin

She didn't know why he had called her until she arrived at the payphone.

The payphone was faulty, it had no speaker so he could hear her but she couldn't hear him. He would call her from it all the time, and she would have to guess what he wanted and ask him to press the button if it was right. Mostly when she got a call from that pay phone she would just ask if it was him, and then tell him she would meet him there. She often wondered if he was using her for her car, after all they were only friends and he was much younger than her, too young to drive legally. But he still hung out with her when her car was broken so she decided he was just the same as her, he liked the company, and was bored.

The rest of this post has been confiscated, As after further consideration the decision has been made that some things are not to be shared on the internet with strangers.

Appologies to anyone who has read and was hanging to find out what happened next.

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