Snorlax
Your path is blocked.
Zyler sat in his truck out in the parking lot. It was big, and by far the most noticed one at the school. He looked around, making sure no one was out in the parking lot. He knew what the kids liked to during lunch. He was a sophomore and a freshman at one point. After coming to the conclusion that no one was around, he reached under his floor board and pulled out a small bag of cocaine. Everyone at that table just.. He didn't really quite know. But he just wanted something now. He pours a decent sized amount onto his hand and lines it. After his blow he leaned back into his seat and relaxed. He actually didn't need to be at work for another thirty minutes.
Memories flooded into his head, bringing in so much pain. His mom, inviting guy after guy in to pay rent. Sometimes they wouldn't even pay and other times they were rough. He always had to hide in the closet. That closet reeked. He could almost smell that closet again. His nose wrinkled up and he closed his eyes tight.
Memories flooded into his head, bringing in so much pain. His mom, inviting guy after guy in to pay rent. Sometimes they wouldn't even pay and other times they were rough. He always had to hide in the closet. That closet reeked. He could almost smell that closet again. His nose wrinkled up and he closed his eyes tight.