Me and Robert McLean used to skip school often.
We'd sit in his tree-house most of the day
smoking cigarettes
stolen from the ice-cream van
across the road from his house.
We were smoking probably
forty to sixty a day - each,
at the ripe old age of fourteen
- Marlboro Golds, cork tipped Camels,
Kents, Windfields; whatever we could get our hands on.
We'd sit in that tree-house all day,
smoking, drinking sodas,
eating chocolates and other assorted candy;
chewing time...
till it was time to head home
and prepare for the 'tomorrow' of nothing.
It was such a busy life
dodging headmasters, a stepfather,
Mr Whippy and the truant police.
Eventually I'd get back to school
with 'sick notes' written by me.
I was so 'sick'
I never realised
that what I was doing
was not
normal.
Author notes
[E] mmja [y]
Grammar 'error' on first line intentional 
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You also have 31 line count O.O but only cuz spacing so I forgive YOU as well =)
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Ewwwie! So many cigs!!! Bleh lol That is ALOT expensive habit unless you snake them, then just for the ice cream man.
Great write about the good old [or not so good] days of teenage truancy.
Good Luck in the contest!!
-rKT
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username in the fashion stated please =D
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Wow! Sounds like a hushed confession almost
You really did a great job on this one. I think at one time or another, all children have this "dream" or "fantasy" about skipping school like that, though not many of them do get to.
Best of luck in this contest!
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