The Group On The Bench

Throughout the day I've thought about how I was gonna sell all those drugs. I sat in my seat writing notes about physics. I tried to not think about what would happen if I didn't sell the products before the deadline, but there was no way that I'll be able to sell the drugs anyway. I looked at the old clock the teacher has on her desk and saw that school was over in 4 minutes. I walked to the front of the school and paused, I looked around and saw 5 other people with the same duffle bag as me. In a way, I was relieved that it wasn't just me, Juan, and the other two dudes.

As I walked to the park where Juan told me to meet him, I saw a group of high schoolers smoking on a bench. I walked up to them and asked them if they wanted to buy something from me. I asked the one that seemed more friendly

"Hello there um… would you like to buy something from me I have Meth, cocaine, LSD, heroin, and weed"

"You seem too young to be a drug dealer"

"Well its a long story"

"Well you have your reasons kid, anyway how much for a gram of weed"

I remembered that when I first opened the duffle bag there was a chart with prices for the stuff. I'm thankful that, that chart was there.

"Well for 1 gram that'll be $20, but if I may suggest our special for today"

I was nervous as I told him that. But I had to sell more than just a gram. As the conversation went on I tried my best to play it off.

"Huh go on kid"

"Right… today's special is 10 grams for $100 or 5 grams for $50"

"Well I can't afford the $100 However I'll take the $50 special"

I was shocked that he took the offer. He handed me the $50 and I gave him his 5 grams. I walked up to where Juan was. He smiled at me and said.

"Good job on your first sale, anyway here's an address you can go there and sell some of your stuff."

He handed me a note that had and an address. I looked at it and the address that was written on the note shocked me.