DRUG ADDICT KINDERGARTENERS

Chapter one

I sat looking out the car window, the glass cooled my hot face, the weather was changing.

"Billy, I know you're struggling, but you need to behave. This town is it. We can't afford to move again."

My mother whispered, she was shivering, Arizona was hot. We weren't used to the cold.

"Yes mom, I'll try. Will you homeschool me again?"

I wonder if she ever noticed my timidity, I was usually the upbeat class clown, everything had changed though.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMB ASS BRAT"

My father yelled, he was such a fucking ass hole.

"John, please, calm down. The drugs are gone, the police are dead. Everything will be ok."

My mother reached her hand into his pants, she moved it around and father groaned. I didn't know what was happening then (yes I did, me and Sally got in on all the time, but this is meant to be angsty) but I do now.

We kept driving in silence, with occasional moans from my dad. It was a boring trip, without any weed there was no fun to be had. Eventually we pulled up outside some small shack,

was this to be our home?

"Get out brat, you look like shit"

My father was very disheveled, him and my mother had clearly had fun, I suppose she was very good with her hands.

"No you"

I smirked, I was such a girlboss baddie. This however triggered my father, he was such a snowflake.

"Don't talk to your father like that Billy, you are better than this."

My mother was always the nice one, at least now I can cry to "Daddy issues" by the neighbourhood. "Class of 2013" is pretty fire too though.

"Yes mother, sorry."

I hung my head in shame and sulked away. I could hear my parents making out behind me, like, get a room.

When I walked inside I realised that I couldn't walk inside, I needed the keys. Luckily this is Wattpad, and I can take creative liberties.

Anyway, I walked inside and looked around, it smelt like mould, the floor was rotting carpet ridden with maggots, the paintings on the wall had depictions of naked women scissoring each other, talk about fetishisation.

As I was walking towards the kitchen I tripped,

what the actual Fucking fuck?

There was a loose floorboard, a crawled over to it and ripped it up. Dust flew everywhere, an overwhelming stench of rotting weed arose,

Weed? Drugs? FINALLY MY DAY HAD COME!

Just then my mother walked in, I moved quickly and concealed the hiding place, I had to wait.

"Billy, are you ok sweetheart? You have a scrape!"

My mother picked me up and kissed me, I embraced her warmly.

"Yes mommy, I fell and hit my knee."

She gently put me down and kissed my scrape, a warm feeling filled my body, was this a childs love for his mother, or a boner?

I looked at my mothers DD titties, I felt nothing, must've been love. You can never be too sure though.

Just then my father walked in,

"GET UP BITCH, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR BOO BOO. YOU GOTTA GO TO SCHOOL, DUMB WHORE."

He was enraged, and apparently very passionate about school. At least I get to go to school. I walked over to him,

"GET READY CUNT, YOUR SHITS IN THE CAR."

I sulked passed him and put the door, my shit was indeed in the car. I got dressed and waited.

"Time to go honey, don't talk to the drug dealers."

As we drove off I looked out the window, every house was like ours, stinky, rotting and wooden. At least no one here has class. Maybe Suckafuckingdick isn't so bad after all.