" Jeffrey! Get your ass down here now!"
Jeff grumbled a bit as he tossed and turned in his bed. Blinking twice to clear his vision, he squinted at his alarm clock and noticed that it in bold red digits it spelled out 6:01 A.M. He sighed as he slowly stood up.
"Mom, if I wanted to get up this early, don't you think I would have set my alarm?"
"Stop making excuses and get your lazy butt up for school!" his mom shouted. "You are going to miss the bus!"
"It doesn't come until an hour from now!"he protested.
"Quit making excuses and get moving!" she shouted.
"Dammit, mother!" he cursed. Knowing how stubborn his mother could be, he went to dress for the day. Jeff looked at his calendar and noticed that it was Friday. Well, on the bright side the weekend was closer than ever. Before he could experience it , Jeff had to go through the football game. After all, he was in band and they had to play for the game. Soon, the teen had dressed into a black KMFDM shirt and jeans before donning a Yankees cop and was soon on his way to school. On the bus, he had noticed James Wang sitting at the end of the vehicle and joined him.
"Sup." James nodded at Jeff once he had joined him.
"What's so fascinating outside the window?" Jeff joked. " Is there some Mary Jane out there?"
James smirked. "No, but Tyree's got some."
"I bet he has," Jeff said with a sneer. "He is always getting his hands on that stuff."
"We will see," James chuckled. "Oh, nice hat. Where are we? In New York?"
" Nice jacket,"Jeff shot back, noticing James's Houston Rockets jacket. "Where are we? Houston?"
James smiled. "That was terrible."
Jeff laughed, patting his friend's back."Tell me about it."
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"Mr. Barclay, can you tell us when the Magna Carta was signed?"
"Uh, what?" Jeff quickly snapped back into reality. His history teacher, Mr. Cortes, was glancing at him through his thick glasses.
"He asked you when the Magna Carta was signed."
Maddie Lenz, the nerdiest girl in the class repeated the question.
" I knew that!" He sighed. He had to resist the urge to slap the annoying little cunt. Those nerdy little glasses on her face , along with her smug grin, really didn't help ease his urge. " I just don't know the answer."
"Of course you don't." She smirked, brushing aside a blonde strand of hair from her face. She turned back to Mr. Cortes. " The answer is 1215, Mr. Cortes."
"I was asking Mr. Barclay, but thank you anyways, Miss Lenz," the teacher muttered.
Jeff just sighed and buried his face in his hands. This is why he hated sixth period history most of all. There was a small tap on his shoulder. Lifting his head from his arms, Jeff turned to see his other two best friends Tyree Daniels and Mike Farquhar grinning at him from the side.
"Don't worry about her," Tyree whispered, grinning. "No one likes a know it all. I bet you she's a snitch as well. One day she gonna get jumped."
Mike chuckled. "I would bang her for the hell of it."
Tyree threw his head back and laughed. "Something must be wrong with your eyes, bro. Don't tell me you already blazed some. I told you to wait until James joins us after school."
"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Mr. Daniels? "Mr.Cortes asked. "Perhaps we will find it just as interesting as you do." The class turned to gaze at the three boys.
"Nah, it's all good." Tyree smiled, waving him off.
"Ok, just wanted to make sure," the teacher explained with a knowing smile before droning on with the lesson.
"Man, those creepy eyes of his scare the crap out of me," Tyree grumbled. "I bet he gives his kids nightmares with those."
"Nah, his baldass head makes him look like a clown," Mike replied, fiddling with his pencil.
While his friends bickered, Jeff's eyes landed on the girl sitting in front of him. Ever since the beginning of the school year, he had found that he was smitten by her. Her long dark hair and pale skin captivated him as well as her brown eyes. What's more? Her appearance as a semi-goth, with ripped jeans, a black shirt, and those boots really caught his eye. Antonia Mendez is his true definition of smash.
"Hey, bro." Tyree tapped his shoulder once again. "Class is over. Let's blaze before you and James gotta head to band."
"Gotcha!"Jeff nodded. As they stood up to leave, he took one last look at his crush as she joined her group of friends before he headed off with Tyree and Mike to find James. They finally found him underneath the bleachers .
"Finally!" The teen stood up upon seeing his buddies. "How much you got?"
Tyree flashed him a thumbs up. "Enough to send you to another dimension."
They all spent the afternoon forgetting their troubles and enjoying getting lit. As the other three boys were engaged in a conversation, Jeffrey glanced at the fence that separated freedom from prison. Then something caught his eye. A doll dressed in overalls and other tacky attire was clinging on to the fence, sneering at him.He blinked to clear his vision only to see it standing there smirking.
That looks like a good guy doll, he thought.
He turned to Mike. "Hey,am I trippin', bro? I think there is a doll standing there, checking us out." He pointed at the fence.
Mike and the others glanced there, frowning. "How much did you blaze?" Mike asked. "There is nothing there."
Jeff turned and was surprised to see emptiness where the doll used to be. Where the hell did it go?
"Maybe I am baked already," he mumbled. That would seem the only logical explanation. After all, dolls can't walk around on their own, can they?
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"How was the game?" Ms. Barclay asked as she drove Jeff home.
"Our school lost 42-35," Jeff grumbled.
"I see." His mother nodded. "I am sorry."
"Well, I was only in band so I didn't play," he replied.
"I thought you were going to try out," Ms. Barclay said, her hazel eyes gazing at her son.
"I was, but you know band and football clash," Jeff grumbled.
HIs mom nodded. "Ah, makes sense."
Soon, they had arrived home. Jeffrey stepped outside the vehicle and had barely walked five paces when his mother called for him.
"Jeff! There is something you need to see."
"Yeah, wait till I am in the house," he replied.
Once inside, he waited for his mother to enter. Ms. Barclay ran a hand through her dark blonde hair , the one that wasn't holding the box wrapped in funky purple gift wrap. She was tall compared to the other women in the city, standing at 5'8, just a few inches smaller than her son. Her C-sized breasts were outlined against her beige turtleneck. Her low cut jeans showed a hint of her V-line which ran down her pelvic area. If she wasn't his mother, Jeff wouldn't mind smashing her.
"This just came in earlier today and I wondered if it was destined for you," she told him as she slipped of her Adidas and walked over to him.
"I didn't order anything online , but we can see," he suggested.
They tore open the package. Jeff's eyes grew wide upon seeing it's contents.
No, it can't be!
"Jeffrey, who would send you this?" his mother asked.
She held up the box containing the doll he seen earlier.
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Well, here we are with an update. Is Jeff still high or is he seeing things how they should be? Either way he and his loved ones are in for a surprise.
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