Sophomore year. Chapter 1
I was 15, a sophomore and had absolutely no one close. My father overdosed on heroin three years before and died. My mother was also a drug addict. She would leave me by myself for months at a time and would only come back to steal money from me. I was the kid your mother warned you about. I smoke, drank, did drugs, fought, broke into stores for money. I was a fuck up. My friends and I had a fort we made in the woods. No one knew about it. We would walk a different way each day so we didn’t make a trail. We would drink and smoke and do any drug we could get inside the fort. It was a simple fort. Just some pieces of plywood nailed together. We had a …