Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27Chapter Twenty Seven.Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27 by glitter-gulch
As soon as Frank was back at school, Gerard found himself falling back into old habits. Some days he would do nothing but stay indoors and sleep, simply because he felt he needed to. If he thought too much, he was sure he would go crazy. Other days when his mind was clearer, he'd sit at his desk with his sketchbook. Having something to show for his day made him feel a lot better. Too often when Frank would come over, he'd tell him all about his day at school, and Gerard would have nothing to tell him in return except that he'd slept through most of it.
One morning when he felt particularly good, however, unusually alert and confident, he'd applied for college. Just one; the closest one, but he didn't expect to hear anything back, and still hadn't. He wasn't sure he even wanted to hear back. He thought that applying was the important part, at least that's what Frank had said. And that's what he kept telling himself every time he started worrying about
Blow Ch5The engine roared beneath me as I drove faster, and faster down the long stretch of road that lead towards town. Streetlights flew over head as I sped block after block, my mind racing.Blow Ch5 by xpepsixwhorex
I couldnt believe that I had let a druggie into my home. I trusted him.
Part of me wanted to slam on the brake and send the car screeching to a stop, so I could go back home and kick Franks ass personally. I wanted to go and call him out on his stupid little lie, and watch his face melt as he realizes that Im going to kick his ass out onto the streets.
But at the same time, I was just confused. When we were younger, Frank was always trying to be different, I mean I guess he was a little rebellious, but not cocaine rebellious. He drank a little more then most kids, and he ran away from home a couple times. But drugs, well he was better than that.
There is a line betwee
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Its not much, Gerard said timidly as he stood in the doorway to what would be my new room. The door hung loosely on brass hinges that screeched when the cheap mahogany swung open or closed.
Saying it was a small room would be a gross understatement. Crammed in the corner was a twin bed, resting on a pine frame. Faded floral sheets adorned the mattress and drape own to the beige shag carpeting. Parallel to the bed sat a black desk with three drawers. Its scratched lacquer screamed garage sale. Between the two cheap pieces of furniture was a small window that let in the warm sunlight.
Its more than enough, I said cracking a phony grin at him. He smiled down at me, but something was different, there was a genuine happiness in his eyes. Like he actually had something to be happy about since I had known him, as if something had changed.