Summer wasn’t anything special for me. To be honest, I liked the structure of school. My dad is a high level executive at a company you probably deal with daily, and my mom is his trophy wife. Neither of them are home often, and I always have too much time on my hands.
This summer was the exact same as every single one before it–boring. My dad insisted that I go to a catholic girl’s highschool, but despite graduating, I still hadn’t made any friends. As for boys? I was a late bloomer. By the time I hit puberty, I was too introverted to even speak to boys my age in person. At most I would e-date, but even that got boring very quickly. However, there was one rebellious trait I had; I would sell weed to my classmates.
Back when I was sixteen, my older cousin introduced me to weed. And I had nothing better to do besides smoke, even though I didn’t even really enjoy it. But I had been introduced to Terrance. Terrance was my dealer initially, and he treated me rather well, giving me decent prices. When I told him some girls in school had been asking about weed, he have me a fourth and told me to sell it to them. He even let me keep the entire stack. Of course we settled on half-and-half later.