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and my little brother, Jake, kept going on about soccer.

It didn’t take long to figure out I was in serious trouble.

Not the Kind of Trouble

You might think I’m

talking about. I was pretty

sure I could get away with

B.S.ing Mom and Scott.

I’d always been such a good

girl, they wouldn’t make the

jump to “bad” too quickly.

Especially not if I stayed cool.

I wasn’t worried about

getting busted at school

or on the street. I’d only just

begun my walk with the monster.

I still had meat on my bones,

the teeth still looked good.

I didn’t stutter yet. My mouth

could still keep up with my brain.

No, the main thing I worried

about was how I could score

there, at home. I’d never even

experimented with pot, let alone

meth. Where could I go?

Who could I trust with my

money, my secrets? I couldn’t

ask Leigh. She was the prettiest

lesbian you’ve ever seen. But

to my knowledge she had

never used anything stronger

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