5pm arrives and school is just over so in half an hour I should be at home being that my mom considers me at school but I can't get up from my stomach, this boy makes me laugh a lot, makes me have fun and it also makes you feel light thanks to the marijuana that I smoked. It has been a long time since I felt so light and it did me good but now I have to stop, I can't afford to go back to the drug tunnel. I say bye to John and I walk home, I feel like I'm on a cloud, I'm probably jumping from the big that I feel light but I don't care I just have to calm down for a moment to make sure that my mom doesn't interrogate me, however much about red eyes I would have used the excuse of crying and I would have invented something about it.
It is 6 pm and I should have been home for at least half an hour but after detoxifying I had forgotten the effects of marijuana and now I am both euphoric and so tired that I cannot move.
I arrive home now dragging myself and I notice that sitting in the living room are Max, Jane and my mom completely in tears while my friends try to console her.
As soon as everyone enters they embrace me happy but after an initial embrace of joy my mom looks at me with an inquisitive look and I look down, I don't want her to see my red eyes.
"Where have you been all day? Max and Jane called me worried because you weren't at school and you didn't answer their messages, I was convinced you were at school, I worried. You didn't even answer my messages, my calls."
I did not realize that mom had called me, usually I always answer her but today I had not really noticed. I sketch a "Sorry, today I didn't go to school because I was in Central Park, something happened that I would rather not talk about and I needed to be distracted so yes, I ran away", I have a broken voice, now I cry seriously.
Mum takes my chin to make me look her in the eyes, now I had red eyes both in tears and cane. Mum didn't notice the red of the barrel or she didn't want to show me that she understood it but I don't care, she hugs me gently - the last time she hugged me like this was after we found out that dad was dead-.
I missed her hugs, I missed feeling loved.
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Hi guys, here's the twenty-first chapter.
Hope you like it,
Altea
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Dreaming Hollywood
ChickLitAnd if a girl with the dream of being an actress encounters an actor already affirmed what would happen? Will he adopt subterfuge to get something out of him? And will their feelings be involved in this whole story?
