The Fourth Notebook

20

November 14
Today they finally let me out of my room.
I was under close supervision.
That other boy Cody walked with me.
"So why are you here?" Cody asked.
"I'm suicidal."
"Oh."
"You?"
"I'm a bit of a drug addict," he laughed, "okay, a lot."
"How long are you staying?"
"Five months, you?"
"Nine months,"
"Wow."
"Yeah," I smiled. "Although, I don't know if I will be staying here much longer."
"You gonna transfer?"
"No I mean here on earth," I emphasized.
"Don't talk like that, man. What about your family?"
"They couldn't care less,"
"Well, at least you have one," Cody sighed, "my mom up and left during the night when I was five. I've had seven foster families, and when I turned fourteen, I just left."
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault, James."
Cody patted my back.

I wish I would have had the day just to my self but beggars can't be choosers.