"Your really high right now?!? Why? Because your parents are never fully available, never can give their full attention? Or seeing that you're rich maybe your parents want to give you their company but you don't want it? Wow hard life...want to hear a real hard life?!? A hard life is a life were your mom, your sister and your brother died and you're the only one that survived so you always feel that you should of died and not them! Even worst is that your brother's friends and your sister's friends feel the same way!? Not to mention your dad that doesn't have a job and always comes home with he's friends high and drunk and always tells you that you ruined he's life then let's he's friends beat you and sometimes worse things! And you need to support yourself and the food so you go street fuking fighting to get the money so you better be good plus you need to be a straight A student Yeah that's the fucking life you should be doing drugs to. " I say the last part coldly, I sigh thinking about it. Why do I have to have this life? "Nobody in this school has that life if they did I'd know about it so don't start making stories up okay?" He says bitterly looking at me in the eyes with he's silver eyes. There so cold... "Think again duchebag the person that has that life is standing right in front of you." Then I walk away. Its okay if I told him I'm a street fighter he's high he won't remember. At least that's what I thought.