richie
I sat on my window sill and lit my cigarette. my mom does't like it when I smoke in the house. I get away with doing this when I don't feel like going outside in the cold.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow.. bill wanted to introduce me to some of his other friends but I honestly don't care. i'm not that interested in meeting new people.
I hadn't noticed how long i've been lost in my thoughts till I saw all the ash build up on the end of my cigarette. I took one last hit before I threw it out the window and watched as it fell into the inch of snow that lay on the ground below. I closed my window and then closed the blinds. I took off my clothes, leaving me in boxers and climbed into bed. I looked at the clock and it was already 12:56am. I sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling. I eventually found myself growing more and more tired till i fell asleep.
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