A lesson to be learned

[Blablob]

Every now and again, I'll write a story here. None of the stories will be connected in anyway. You should learn something from the stories I write.

Consequences

A bright and sunny Saturday morning. Albert woke up, and remembered the plan he had gone over with his friends all week; his 8th grade peers, in which there were about 10 of them he’d gone over the plan with. James threw his sheets off of him, got up, and walked out into his kitchen still in his pajamas.

“How’d you sleep?” Albert’s mother asked.

“Pretty good.” He replied. “So, you and dad are heading out today?”

“Yep. Got to go pick up your brother all the way in Canada, so we’re gonna be gone today and tomorrow. We’ll be back on Monday mid-day.”

“Great!”

“Why great?”

“Oh,” Replied Albert, struggling to come up with a lie. “Well, just…I can’t wait to see my big brother. Hey, where’s dad, anyway?”

“I’m here.” Said his dad, who had been at the table the entire time; he was reading yesterday’s newspaper, so it was covering his face.

“When do you plan to head out?” Asked Albert.

“About an hour. But before we do, I have to go over a few rules about having the house to yourself.” Albert sighed. They’d gone over the rules a bunch of times, every time they left somewhere. “Oh, get over yourself, Albert. This is the longest we’ve let you have the house to yourself. Be grateful.”

“But mom__”

“No buts. Butts are for sitting, and me and your father have taken both the chairs, so I don’t want to hear no buts.”

“Fine.” Albert said, and he stormed out of the room. His mom shook her head. About 20 seconds later, Albert came back into the kitchen. “Is there any breakfast?”

“Sausage and eggs on the stove. Help yourself.”

Albert got his food, and sat down at the table when he pulled another chair up. Then he began to dig in.

“Okay, so you know the basic routine, Albert. No one comes in the house unless it’s a cop or us, and you don’t go out. If you see your friends at the door, tell them to go home. If it’s someone you don’t know, don’t even bother. If anything happens, call 911. Got it?”

“Yes.” Albert said, sounding annoyed by his mom’s overprotection.

“Your mother’s right, son. Listen to her.” Said dad.

After Albert ate his sausage and eggs, he went to his bedroom to change. He watched T.V to let the time pass, and finally his parents got ready to leave.

“Okay, Albert. We’re going.” His mom said.

“Be good, okay?” His dad said.

“I will.”

“Bye!” They both said as they huddled out the door. The door closed with a small but noticeable slam. They were gone; phase one of the plan complete.

Once Albert made sure they were gone, he got his phone and dialed the number of his friend. When his friend picked up, he talked to him. “Dude, my family’s gone. For the whole weekend.”

“Sweet! Alright, I’ll get everyone and we’ll be over in about 10 minutes. You’re sure they’re gone?”

“Positive; they just left.”

“Alright, cool. See you soon.” Click.

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When everyone arrived—there were about 8 people he knew, and some of those people’s friends, so about 15 in total—they did a classic: Truth or dare.

“Okay, Albert.” Said Albert’s girlfriend, Maggie. “I dare you to kiss Eric on the cheek.” Eric was a friend of Albert.

“What? Are you crazy? I’m not doing that!”

“Why?”

“’Cause he’s a dude!” Maggie chuckled.

“Come on! Are you chicken?”

“What are you talking about? I ain’t a chicken.”

“Then do it.”

“Fine.”

“Wait, what?” Said Eric. He was getting very uncomfortable with this; so was Albert. With a slight struggle to do it, he met his lips with Eric’s cheek for about a quarter of a second, and jumped back, and wiped his mouth.

“That was nasty!” Said Eric.

“That was gay!” Said Albert as he laughed. Maggie was smiling.

“Ok, my turn.” Said Albert. I dare you, to strip dance on my wall.”

Maggie laughed at the thought. “I’m not doing that.”

“Scared?”

“Yeah,” Said Eric. “Scared?”

“Why should I strip dance on your wall?”

“Because that would be that hottest thing ever.” Said Albert. Maggie laughed, and leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m not taking off any clothes.”

“Oh man.”

Maggie went over, and got every boy in the party’s attention as she danced along Albert’s wall. Meanwhile the girls were completely ignoring her.

When Maggie finished, she walked back over to Albert, who was smiling. She smacked him on the arm, but in a friendly way. She was also smiling. “I can’t believe I just did that!”

“I know, what’s wrong with you?” Said Eric.

“Shut up.” Said Maggie.

“What do you want to do now?” Said Albert.

“I don’t know. Want to just, hang out and talk?”

“Sure.” Albert and Maggie sat on the couch, meanwhile the rest of the party was in other rooms, mainly the kitchen.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Asked Albert.

“Um, this.” Said Maggie, and with that, she leaned over and started making out with him. Albert kissed back, and they continued to make out. This had to be the greatest party Albert ever had. He loved the teen years. And he still had another day before his parent’s got back.

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Sunday night, Albert made the announcement.

“Okay, guys. It’s been really fun the last 2 days, but I’m afraid my parent’s are gonna be back tomorrow, which sucks. But I need you guys to help me get clean up around here. That’s the cost of being at this awesome party. Everyone’s got to help.”

The house was pretty messed up; food everywhere, and a lot of things out of place. But as far as Albert could tell, nothing was broken.

After about an hour, the whole house was cleaned up. Everyone was going home. Albert gave one last kiss to Maggie, the last to leave, and he shut the door and turned around. Not bad for the first party he ever threw. Not bad at all.

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His parents would be back not long after Albert left for school. He got his stuff ready, as usual, and prepared to leave. He reached in his drawer for socks, but found a few small white rocks instead. “What the?” Albert said. But there was no denying it; he knew what it was. He’d heard by his friends what it did. He knew it was dangerous AND illegal, but he was also a bit curious. He figured one of his friends must’ve left it for a surprise. Where would they get such a thing?

Albert snorted the crack, and shook off the sudden shock it gave him. He felt a whole daze throughout his body. He felt weak, sleepy, unconscious, and strong at the same time. He’d never had such a feeling before, but he knew one thing: he liked it. Albert went to school on crack. Immediately teachers took notice.

Finally, one teacher, Ms. Kennedy, decided to call Albert’s parents, who were probably home already. “Yes, is this Albert’s mom?”

“Why, yes it is.” Replied the woman on the other end of the phone; guess who?

“Your son has been acting very strange today. He’s had kind of schizophrenic attitude, like he doesn’t know where he’s at, and he’s had his head down almost the entire class. I think he should be sent home or taken to a doctor.”

“I’m on my way.” Click.

Albert’s mom arrived at the school, and picked up Albert. They went to the doctor, and the doctor concluded. “Mrs. Stevens, I don’t know how to say this but, your son has snorted crack.”

“I DID NOT!” Yelled Albert.

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There's really not much else needing to go over. In the end, Albert’s parents were sent to a therapist who they needed to see every day for the next 5 years, and he was sent to a therapy program as well. A program in which he’d never see anyone he knew again for three years. He was also sent to juvy. Maggie dumped Albert by phone call—she was the first person he’d called, a lame decision—because she figured she’d meet someone else by three years. When Albert arrived home at age 16, he no longer had a home, really. All his friends had moved on to high-school, and forgot about him. His house didn’t look different, but he didn’t feel welcome. He’d made a terrible mistake, but no one seemed to forgive him.

When he met his mother eye to eye the first time in 3 years, she only had 1 thing to say. “Maybe next time you’ll listen.”

The end.

[Blablob]

Sorry to double-post, but if nobody replies, I won't go on.

[MessengerOfDreams]

It haunts me to this day... amazing, horrifying work, blablob. It sent chills down my spine.

[MICrophone]

Yeah, really well written and quite powerful. Nice work!

[Ridder]

This was a good story, actually dramatic in some sense, while not sending chills down my spine, it was good.
I'm surprised at how perverted Albert was, and the fact that he had a girlfriend, considering he was only 13.
I laughed at how he got sent to solitary confinement for just being curious, even though he knew it was wrong.
I felt some sort of sadness, seeing as how Albert life was destroyed from just one decision.
I was infuriated that his good ol' buddies would leave cocaine in his sock drawer, where it could easily be found.

.......You must be doing something right if I feel something for a made up character.

Now, all there's left to say is-
"Well, this is the consequence of having "friends" who illegally snort cocaine."

[spookyghost]

I say it is quite sad...
Really sad...
But that is actually quite an exaggeration.
Good none the less!

[Blablob]

Thanks guys! I appreciate the good reviews. And with the extended weekend coming up, I'll try to get the next story up by then. Just don't forget I have my other story to work on.

[MICrophone]

Albert snorted the crack, and shook off the sudden shock it gave him. He felt a whole daze throughout his body. He felt weak, sleepy, unconscious, and strong at the same time. He’d never had such a feeling before, but he knew one thing: he liked it.

Out of curiosity, how would you know what snorting crack feels like?

And you guys are all emotional wimps. Please. He got what he deserved.

[Ridder]

WUT.

Yes, I did get a tad emotional, but it's still Albert's fault for ever befriending such D-Bags.

.......That is all.

[Blablob]

Out of curiosity, how would you know what snorting crack feels like?

I don't. But I'm a pretty good guesser, aren't I?