So between classes you grab your purse and hit the lady's room. You have a flask of whiskey that you gulp down quick. One more class to go! You rinse out the empty flask and put it back into your purse. You notice a crumbled cigarette pack. You pull it out and theres a couple blue pills in there. You can't even remember what they are or where they came from. You pop both of them and go to Histronomics class. You are so fucked up you just space out in the class as the teacher drones on. You draw crows and horses in your notebook. When the bell rings you stumble out to your car. A beat up green 93 duster with a orange left fender and a cracked windsheild. You try to drive home, but you fall asleep at the wheel and smash head on into a semi truck. You where going sixty and you are killed instantly when the cab implodes like a metal accordian.
The End