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My Teen Hitchking Experience

My Teen Hitchhiking Experience It was my freshman year and I already I sold pot because of some of my s****rs’ older boyfriends gave me good deals since they wanted to fuck my s****rs. My mom went out of town for the weekend and left me $60, and we had already made a trip to the grocery store so I had plenty of food. I called my dealer and told him I was on my way after I take a shower. He told me I had to hurry since he has to go to work. I had just come from running and I was wearing only a pair of shorts and my gym shirt since I run track after school even though I am not on the track team; I just like to run. I took off my sweaty gym shirt and I grabbed the first t-shirt from my closet. I grabbed some change from my mom’s change jar so I wouldn’t have to break one of the three twenties I had to take the bus. I was lucky and caught a bus in about five minutes, and then I rode on the cold bus since it was May and hot outside. I walked the short walk to the apartment and I walked in and smoked a joint with my s****rs ex-boyfriend, but he still likes to sell me weed and we hung out and he smoked a joint with me and I didn’t have touch my ounce. This way I can sell three quarters for $20 and keep the fattest quarter for me for free. After we finished the joint my dealer had to go to work so he dropped me off at the busy street where I can catch the bus. I waited for about half an hour and there wasn’t a bus so I started walking. Just to describe myself, I am only a freshman ...

... in high school, but I skipped first grade because I could read and multiply in Kindergarten so I was a year younger than my class mates. I had bleach blonde hair back then, and the shorts people wore in the early 80’s even boys shorts just barely went passed my butt. I was only 5’4, maybe 5’5 and I weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. I didn’t realize the shirt I had grabbed was the True Sounds of Liberty shirt that I had borrowed from my friend who is a drummer in a hard core punk band. The shirt wasn’t a half shirt, but the bottom just in front of my belly button was ripped away because of scrimmages in the mosh pit or something. It wasn’t cold because it was almost summer, but it was 9:30 on a Friday night and I was about twenty minutes in a car from my side of town. I walked for a while and when I looked back I saw a bus coming and I tried to run to the next stop but it was too far. I waved at the bus driver to try and get him to stop but he just kept going. I was pretty sure I had just missed the last bus as they don’t run very late on Friday night. I started walking some more and I passed some kind of dark areas that weren’t any street lights or businesses in front so it was dark when cars weren’t going by. After a couple of blocks I made it to a more lit up area and I started looking to make sure there weren’t any cops coming and I stuck my thumb out. I had an ounce of real good Mexican weed on me; we didn’t have hydro back then like we do now, but it was still ...