Moving from Brooklyn, New York to Albuquerque, New Mexico seems like a normal change, right? You're wrong.
This twenty-one year old gets kicked out by her bitchy step-mother, Hank Schrader's other sister-in-law and by her father, who is Hank's biolo...
𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗣 once it hits one in the morning, I decide to use the bathroom in the house to take a shower and make sure to really clean myself so the smell of meth is off of me, I brush my teeth and wash my mouth with Listerine ten times as I wash everything. I change into a set of pajamas after washing everything that was in my car twice.
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I feel myself being covered up and there's a kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight, my precious star." I hear my Aunt Marie's voice whisper then her soft footsteps trail back upstairs. I wake up again, about six hours later."Aunt Marie? Uncle Hank?" I am greeted with silence. I could honestly get used to this. No children fighting back to sleep in and miss school. Peacefulness.
My phone vibrates in my robe's pocket. It's a text.
From: UNKNOWN To: Sere Schrades 3:00 AM SERENA KATHERINE SCHRADER. Wake up.
From: UNKNOWN To: Sere Schrades 3:15 AM SEREEBBNNNNAAA. JESSE IS AT RIO RANCHO. WAKE THE FUCK UP, YO.
I quickly save this contact as 'Safety Badge', which is an inside joke between us.
From: Sere Schrades To: Safety Badge 7:00 AM I am up now, fucktard. From: Sere Schrades To: Safety Badge 7:00 AM Calm down, Safety Badge.
From: Safety Badge To: Sere Schrades 7:01 AM About time, I was starting to think that you died, but anyway. Anything but that childhood nickname.
From: Sere Schrades To: Safety Badge 7:02 AM It must live on, to our children. And our children's children. Deal with it, SB. I have to get ready now.
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I hope in my whip and start my drive. I park behind this red car with the license plate THE CAPN. I knock on the door and this hispanic lets me in and I give him a few tiny baggies. He inhales it and gives me a look of shock. "Wow, this smells... Huele a fruta, cómo lo hiciste?" I grin as I shut the door behind me. "Mucha química y aceites esenciales." I tell him, fluently. He grins. "Pinkman is upstairs." I nod and knock on the door and the soft moans stop. I roll my eyes, typical.
