"You know those stereotypical Christian pricks?" Alex asked, getting the bag out from her clothes. Just a little over five. "They think I'm a fuckin' demon. I tried to emancipate, but I got super twisted before the trial."
She smirked at the memory. And then, just like a normal teenager, she took the bottle she was offered. She took a bit of a drag, careful not to press her lips close to it. "Sort of fucked up right now, actually. Anyway, judge is all like, 'community service'. I flipped him off, so now I'm here."
"With this." She held it up a bit more so that Effy could see it. The bag of chronic seemed to be calling to her. Inside, was a small lighter. "But I swear to god that bastard knows. Zac McDick." She didn't seem to acknowledge when the door opened, either. "Bit of a fag. O.C.D. Weed."
She smirked at the memory. And then, just like a normal teenager, she took the bottle she was offered. She took a bit of a drag, careful not to press her lips close to it. "Sort of fucked up right now, actually. Anyway, judge is all like, 'community service'. I flipped him off, so now I'm here."
"With this." She held it up a bit more so that Effy could see it. The bag of chronic seemed to be calling to her. Inside, was a small lighter. "But I swear to god that bastard knows. Zac McDick." She didn't seem to acknowledge when the door opened, either. "Bit of a fag. O.C.D. Weed."