Hey kid, wanna buy some drugs?

'Woow, man that stuff is strong as fuck!' Said Marcus to Jack

'Yea I had only the best stuff' Jack laughed, and said 'But that isn't the strongest shit I have for us today'

'Nah, man I think this lean is enough for me right now, you know I have to go home today, or my parents will be upset like last time and I won't get any more money from them'

'Haha, yea I still remember your mom yelling at you and calling you drug addict and her biggest failure.' Mentioned Jack 'And I understand, you but I have such a delicious weed with me since you don't want anything stronger today. Wanna pipe?' He said, and took a bag of weed out of the inside pocket of his jacket, from another he take out a pipe and a lighter that Marcus gave him for his birthday. Marcus and Jack have been best friends since they met, that is since the first year of middle school. They both lived in the same neighborhood of Chicago. Marcus got up from the floor, feeling that the drug he had drunk was starting to work and walked over to his friend who was busy stuffing marijuana into the pipe and took it from him asking 'What variety is it? Gimme a Zippo.'He said, took a lighter, lit it, put it to the pipe and slowly inhaled the smoke.'Delicious stuff, I haven't smoked one in a long time.'

'So, the variety is godfather og.' Jack said picking up the bottle in which they made lean and syrup bottles from the ground. Walking towards the exit of the abandoned house, which was their spot for drugs and everything else. He took the pipe from him and left the room with Marcus following him. After leaving the building, Jack went to the wastebasket and threw the packaging and the used pipe into it.'Ahh, that staff kicks fast, be careful on your way home bro, see you at school tomorrow.' He said, turned and went home.

'Yeah, see you tomorrow.' Marcus replied, and also turned and went home, slowly drifting off into his own world of thought, where no one and nothing could make him sad, not even his mother. He was supposed to come home after school, and it was long after 8 pm. On the way, he thought about tomorrow and things known only to him. The drugs worked great.His pocket started to vibrate, he put his hand in it and it started to vibrate too, he felt everything really real, hyper real, voices began to ring in his head. Okay, I need to get myself together, he thought, took out his phone and saw that his sister was calling him.

'Where are you, you fucking idiot you were supposed to be home after school, and then you went to drugs with Jack again' She shouted it into the phone.

'How do you know i did it? Natalie, you're judging me too fast, it hurts.'He said making a sad face even though no one saw it. 'But.. yea, you're right. I was doing drugs.' She always was right, and that was annoying for Marcus.

'Wanna something, sis? You rarely call me so something happened.' He asked

'Yep, I want to tell you that your mother says you'll never get money for anything again, and she's complaining about what a failure you are' Said Natalie

'Nothing new.' He said with a smile.

'Yes, sir. But, now for real when you're home?' She replied laughing.

'Dunno about 20 minute?'

'Ok so hurry up or dinner will get cold'

'Ok bye' He said and hung up, put on his headphones, opened Spotify, turned on talking to voices by juice wrld, and went back to his own world.As he said 20 minutes later he was home. As soon as he opened the door, he heard his mother's voice, 'Marcus, is that you?' Martha asked. Martha his mother was 30 years old woman with black hair, blue eyes, she was not too tall rather short, unlike Marcus who was almost two heads taller than her. Martha has experienced life, and more specifically alcohol and heroin, she has freed herself from the latter, but alcohol is still present in her life, she drinks almost every day. Marcus' father is either dead or just left them when Marcus was very young and Nathalie even smaller, their mother never told them the truth. And even if they did, they still didn't believe her.

"Yes it's me" He said "I'm back"

'You know what? We need to talk seriously. Come to the salon, right now!' She said and finally screamed. ' What are you thinking? Do you know what time it is? You were supposed to be home after school! And you're hanging out with that motherfucker Jack again.' Now she was screaming all the time.' Peter. Tell him something!'

Peter is a new mum's guy, probably the 3rd this month, who brings more and more of them.' Listen to your mother, you punk' He said, and that's pretty much it. Marcus cared about his words as much as autumn leaves in the wind, and so did his mother. The only people he cared about were Jack, Natalie, and Lyvia, his ex.

'Cool, I'm so happy you finally noticed me, and I'm even more glad that you're finally sober, but you don't need to worry about me. Bye, now I'm going to my room.'He said, left the living room and started up the stairs, but his mother finally recovered from the shock of her son's words, she screamed. 'You don't have your own room anymore, you don't live here anymore, get the fuck out of here, I don't want or have the strength to raise such a child ungrateful fuck and drug addict who can't make it in school and pass to the next grade!' He replied 'Okay, I was planning to get the fuck out of here anyway, I'd rather live on the street than in this mess with you.' He was calm because he was actually planning to run away from home.

He turned the other way and left the house, giving his sister a good-bye with a look.

Finally free, he tough.

It was 10 p.m when he was back where he was getting high with Jack. He spread out cardboard boxes and bedding that he had from his sister, who had previously written to him to wait outside the house for a while, and threw his things out of the window. In the cardboard box she had thrown away were bedding, a quilt, a pillow, but also his savings, a laptop, and some clothes.

What would I do without her, he thought.

At 11 p.m. he went to bed, and began to think about where he would get the money to live and, equally important, drugs from time to time. Marcus wasn't really addicted, he just liked it. And then he remembered the first time he bought drugs. "Hey, kid wanna buy some drugs?" And then he got an idea.

I will make and sell drugs.