It was a cold and stormy night and a teenage male was just kicked out of his house. He wondered around the street for hours and then decided to walk into the city. The wet rain felt heavy on his head. He looked at his feet as he walked. He couldn't imagine that he'd been kicked out of his house. He sighed and looked at his feet. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. His mind flashed back to earlier that day.
He and his parents had been fighting. He was barely passing school. They yelled at him for using drugs. They told him cocaine would ruin his life; and he realized it did. But he couldn't stop his addiction. He needed help.
He started walking into an alley. What appeared to be a homeless man emerged from the shadows. His beard was long and his eyes were red.
"Want to buy cocaine?" The man asked. He stepped forward. He needed the drug. He stepped forward, handed him what money he had in his pocket and grabbed the bag of drugs. The next thing he knew he was blacked out.
He woke in a jail cell confused and angry. It turns out the supposed homeless man was actually a CIA agent. He didn't want to call his parents; that just made him more angry. The night was awful. He hoped to get out of jail soon; he felt he didn't deserve this.
Picture and Prompt taken from: http://freelance-writing.lovetoknow.com/Slideshow:Free_Writing_Prompts~5
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