smoking pot alone; leave me alone

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Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take

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Annie wasn't sure why she wanted to go to the cemetery. She just did. It wasn't like she knew anyone there. She wasn't from Maine. But the thought of being surrounded by quiet people. People that wouldn't cause her to get angry or get her in trouble, that just pleased her. So before she left the school she slipped some pot in her purse and headed out. Hell it wasn't like she could smoke anywhere else in this crappy ass town.

So when she got off of the bus she made sure no one was looking at her. So she hurried past everyone and headed down the street, she made sure she knew where it was before she got on the bus. No need getting lost and not being able to smoke in peace. So she found it pretty darn quickly, and she hurried and sat down against one of the bigger tombstones and leaned against it before rolling her a joint and happily lighting it.

Ah was she happy right at that moment. Until she heard something behind her. Really, she took a hit before lowering it and turning to see who was there. "Can't people leave a girl alone?

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[chance joseph wilson]

Chance walked down the street, it was pretty close to where he lived but he didn't want to go that far. He didn't want to be anywhere near his house right now because as angry as he was with his parents for sending him to Hawthorne, he might actually go do some real damage to the house.

Maybe just swing an axe at the door or smash a few windows. Yeah, that would probably make him feel better but then what good would it do? Chance was a pretty angry person anyway and actually doing those things only got him into trouble so why bother making it worse than it already was.

Getting to the cemetery, Chance was in a place that sort of kept him a little calmer than most others did. It was quiet here and that was what he liked about it. He even had his grandparents buried here. He hadn't been born in Maine but his family was from here and a few years ago they had decided to move back. So he felt he had a right to be here, a right that was questions by some little girl who happened to poke her head out from behind a tomb. So much for calm and silence.

Chance glared at the girl a little. "It's not exactly easy when you go out of your way to let me know you're here," he told her, sounding a little angry about it all. "I would have been happy to pretend you weren't there but you just had to speak, didn't you?" he said, sounding annoyed.

He didn't need this at all. He hadn't come here to talk to some random girl. He had his own reasons and she was just getting in the way now and it was frustrating. Why did she even have to speak? He could easily have gone with not knowing she was even there but she had to go and ruin a nice quiet moment, didn't she?