Take a good hard look

The next morning I woke up, I slept on the couch, in my outfit from yesterday. ''Mo-'' I then realized she left, I sighed and walked into the kitchen, to get some coffee. After I ate, I got my converse on and drove to school.

Once I arrived I done my usual, History, lunch then English. I sat in the front row again. ''Frank, phone please'' He held his hand out, I dropped my phone in his hand, he clenched his fist and walked away. After english, Mr. way held me up, once again.
''Hey, Frank, I heard about your mom leaving you, is everything okay?'' He questioned, with a concerned tone. ''Yeah... Everything is fine..'' I lied, why did he want to help me so badly?
''Frank, how about you come to my therapy classes? If ever you feel alone or depressed, talk to me'' He said, he handed me his phone number. ''Thank you mr. Way'' I walked out of the classroom, and got my pack out smokes out. I stepped out of the school gates and lit a smoke, I took a deep breath and blew it out. ''FAGGOT'' A kid on his skateboard screamed, throwing an old ball at me. ''Fuck you'' I said under my breath.

I drove home, and opened my door, to see my old friend Ray on the couch. ''Frankie!'' He squealed, pulling me into a hug.
''Ray, I thought you lived in Australia now?'' I asked.
''Yeah... Well... I moved back, now I am living here'' He explained.
''Oh, I guess that's why you showed up at my house, unannounced.'' I said sarcastically.
''Fuck you, Frank. I missed you'' Ray stepped back, pulling his fro back.

''And I see you have a fro now?'' I chuckled.
''Yeah, I grew my hair... it got curly..'' He smiled.
''Well, enough about hair and shit, I missed you so fucking much'' I hugged him again, he was much taller than me.

For the rest of the day, me and ray watched netflix, caught up and hung out. when 5:30 came, Ray had to leave, leaving me alone in my house, in the dark.

Notes

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