Younger friend wrote some casual literature, have a read

[Eyes]

And guess who the protagonist is based on?
Me
Well, the first name is (he asked me)
I'm one of the few people he knows that smokes weed, so yeah.
This'd be a more interesting read for people in his circle of friends, as there's plenty of references to his friends in the characters.
It's based on a fictional new drug called Seltanium or along those lines (I pointed out the many faults in the methods of taking it, so he's corrected them) and the slang name is 'set'.
It's flawed, but I found it fairly funny to read
The writer of this is 16 (or a bit older now) and straight edge, so give some leniency to the content. He said he'll IM me with more of it, so I'll update the thread as he sends it.
I edited the first chapter for him, but the second chapter was written a few minutes ago by him
Hot off the press

Chapter 1

It was my first day at college. Wind wasn’t too heavy, and I felt like I was floating. My mind was going through all the things that a sixteen year old boy should... Girls, drugs and money. My current girlfriend was a girl called Noreen. I mean, I know it’s a weird name, and all.. But she was a nice girl so I forgave her for a name like that! She was good looking as well, which is well going for me. You see, I’m not much of a ‘ladies' man’. I haven’t had that many bad experiences (although I can't say I've had many experiences at all!)
I was watching all the students strolling into the old building in front of me. They all looked like pretentious bastards. I savoured the final drag of the set, pulled on my army boots, flicked the roach on the floor and strutted in the college.
The smell of my leather jacket mixed perfectly with the aroma of lavender (albeit a little odd) which was obviously a left over smell from the cleaning products. The inside of the college was much more modern than the outside. The reception office was to my right, so I instinctively walked straight towards it to find out what I needed to do. The reception was pretty much was same as the main corridor.. Modern, but dull and grey. I always found a lack of soul in places like these, rather too clinical for my liking.
On the far wall there was a picture of a yellow flower. I’m not much of an artist but those two colours clashed horrifically!
The receptionist on the other hand was (too put it lightly) bloody hot! She knew what clothes made her look good and she knew how much make-up she needed to look formal and fit at the same time. I fell in love with her as soon as I set my eyes on her. Her hair looked as if it were greasy, despite the fact that I could smell the strawberry shampoo wafting from the waves of brown hair. All I wanted to do was run my fingers through it and make her my own. She finished writing a note for a geeky looking boy who was leaning over the desk and blatantly staring down her top. I wanted to march across and smack him in the face. But I didn’t because that wouldn’t have been very good on my first day. Maybe I will tomorrow!
She looked up and I could see no obvious features that should put me off her beautiful body, hair and clothes choice. Her eyes were dark hazel, just like mine and she had a cute, funny shaped nose. Her mouth was curved at the edges, as if always smiling, and her skin colour was so close to perfect, she should have been the model for models! She said something, but I didn’t hear because I was daydreaming of her and I on a far away island, lying in a bed together. I really haven't grown out of the teenage phase yet have I?
She asked a bit louder ‘Can I help you?’. I stared blankly at her, focusing on the part of face in between her eyebrows. I was obviously intimidating her because her eyes were rocking a bit, trying to keep them steady. I chose to speak then. ‘I.. I’m.. Sorry, it’s my first day here and I was wondering where I need to go’. This is why I’m no good with women.
But she relaxed, so I did too. She beckoned me over to where she was sitting and after explaining that my name was Duncan Trent, she told me that I should have maths right now. She then printed off a timetable for me, which I thought was really nice of her.
The receptionist (Her tag said that her name was Chloe Drake) told me where to go and told me to come back if there were any problems. I didn’t feel like coming back just if there were any problems.. So I decided to go back to have a nice friendly chat with her at lunch.
I made my way to the maths room, and when I got there the lesson had already started. After I explained that to the teacher that it was my first day and he gave me a place to sit, I had already recognised the trouble-makers apart from the geeks. I was sat near the back, right in front of the trouble-makers. I don’t know what they thought of me because I seemed shy yet I was wearing a leather jacket, and had jet black rock hair. But they obviously thought I was a stoner (which is incorrect, I’m a setter) because they whispered to me ‘Yo! Wanna grab some grade mate?’. I replied and explained that I didn’t smoke weed. So they tried to offer me some MD, which was pretty much standard nowadays. MD is a shortened form of MDMA, pure ecstasy, and I doubt any of the people offering actually knew what it stood for. But to be honest, set is much, much worse than all these "teenage" drugs. I knew this but I still didn’t care because it made me feel so good whenever I smoked, snorted or stewed it. Apparently there was a new set, in a pill. I grew my own set, in those days, along with a few other exotic plants.
At the end of Maths and Physics, it was lunch so I went back down to the office. Chloe asked me if anything was wrong. I told her that I didn’t know anyone and asked if she had a lunch break coming up any time soon and if she wanted to grab some lunch. She replied ‘I’ve got my break in twenty minutes, so if you’re still feeling lonely then of course. I can show some nice places instead of the grotty ones!’. I was stunned. I did not expect her to say that! I was expecting a reply that went more along the lines of ‘F-off! I’m a teacher and you’re a student. They don’t mix!’ So, of course, I said that I would be back in twenty minutes.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I was walking around the college, exploring what I could, trying to make my time disappear as rapidly as I could. During that time, Noreen texted me ‘Hey baby! How’s your first day? Made any new friends? Love you xxx’.
I didn’t text back.



Part of Chapter 2

I was at the office five minutes early. Chloe pointed this out, and I smiled. I decided that she will be the woman for me. I guessed that she was about twenty-six years old though.. Not too bad, she was only eight years older. I could live with it. I sat in the reception for the last five minutes, watching the various teachers coming in and out of the office, while telling Chloe about how my mum and dad split up when I was born and then how my mum was brutally murdered in a burglary. It felt a little strange opening up to someone I'd known for a few hours, but it felt good to get the information across. I explained to Chloe that I still saw my dad about once a year but he was a coke addict.
At Chloe’s break, she took me to a little café just around the corner from the college called ‘Jack‘s Café’. I do wonder where some of these people get there ideas from! It was opposite the pub where the ‘cool’ kids hung out.
I ordered a ham salad sandwich, as did she. We hung out for the next half hour, chatting about each others lives. I found out that she lived with her parents and was actually twenty-three. I found myself smiling at this.

When the time came for her to go back to work, it was awkward for me because I didn’t know what I should do to say bye.. Hug? Shake hands? WAVE? I was so embarrassed. Yes, me! There in my army boots and leather jacket and embarrassed because I didn’t know how to say bye to someone I’ve just met! I felt ashamed.
Chloe obviously didn’t feel awkward because when we got outside the college, she gave me a hug. I didn’t want to let go. The scent of her hair was so strong, it made me tingle all over.
That afternoon I went to my Psychology lesson on the top floor. The lesson was almost ironic for the moment because the teacher was talking about the damage that drugs do to your brain. I had studied this at my previous college so it was fairly straight forward so I was mostly bored that lesson. Near the end of the lesson when the teacher was talking about how a new drug was being introduced to the UK. A drug called set. I thought to myself ‘stupid woman, it’s been around for about a year or so. Well at least it has in my greenhouse!’. Apparently someone else was thinking something similar. I heard a voice next to me say almost exactly the same. ‘Stupid woman! I’ve been taking that shit for almost a year now.’ It was only a quiet whisper. I was surprised at this because I didn’t think that college students did set (apart from me of course). I looked round at who had said this. It was a boy who has long straight hair and was wearing a stripy jumper. He had a tan and his skin looked rough. I was almost certain that he was foreign for some reason, despite I heard no obvious accent in his voice.
The bell went and as everyone stood up to leave the room, I tried to find him but I lost him in the sea of people. Plus the damned teacher made me stay back so he could congratulate me on the effort I put in on my first day. I said thanks and ran out of the room as fast as I could. I just had to find the mystery man!

[Mr.GoodStuff]

Sounds good, he has some talent at 16. Definitely very casual, sounded like I was hearing about someone in real life. (like a journal)

[Eyes]

-Bump-
He's writing more, so tomorrow I should have some new material from him.

[.ViciouS.]

I'd hate to judge it when it's so far from being complete, but tell your friend to keep it up. I expect more. And just some heads up, you might want to tell him to explain how a 16 year old is in college, unless of course he plans on doing that later. Thanks for posting.

[texas_virus]

i really like it

[apathy951]

stream of conciosness. I like it.

kinda catcher in the ryish...but just in style