Community service. The phrase lingers in my mind every morning, honestly I don't know why I'm here, I was just done for stealing some pick 'n mix but no one ever believes that. It's Tuesday. My morning starts the same as it always does, wake up, kick the vending machine a few times until something comes out, have my snack and wait for the other nobody's to turn up. It's been 2 days since my mum threw me out over some guy, prick!. I can't stand him, but I'm sure she will let me back eventually, she has to right? I'm her son.
It's been about 2 hours since I woke up. Why aren't the others here yet?
What's taking them so long?
I'll call Kelly, she'll pick up.
Huh? Her phone must be dead.
