Apparently, I'm most likely to be arrested for:

Sodomy, according to Andrew MacAskill.
Drug possession, according to Christine Sturdy.
Tying people up and gagging them with stolen underwear, according to Nadine Radford.
Rape and skat crimes, according to Hannah Tait.
Being in Nemo's company, according to himself.
Indecent exposure, according to Jordan Farquhar.
Underage drinking, according to Yaisha Mulvey.
And Thomas Wymer implied that I may be willing to sell my body..

Cheers folks. o.O

Nadine based her English coursework on me hahaa.
And got an A!!

She's changed the names but Elly is meant to be me, and Eddie is her (as a guy).

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The thick, grey smoke smothered my guilty face as I let it free from my eager mouth.
The feel of the toke i took back was the best feeling in the world. The instant rush to my brain
gave the feeling of anxiety, paranoia. As I slumped ever so slowly, sinking further into the ash-
stained sofa, I stared spacingly at the once familiar; now disorted faces of my companions. Watching
through the mist of the thick, herbal smoke, I could feel the crystal like droplets of sweat on the
top of my lip.
"Eddie? EDDIE? Are you okay? Hey Eddie?!" Voices saying my name made me grin. I smiled. I
laughed, oh i laughed. Giggles all around the room made echo's bounce off the walls through the
deathly, yet most beautiful, smoke as the beat of my heart pumped hard with the sound of the
drum and bass, playing loudly in the background with no control.
I opened my eyes as wide as I could, glaring around the room, I could see movement. Everything
was slow, bodies moved closer together, hands started to touch in places to the beat. From when the
syringe pierced my flesh, the addiction ran through my veins. The movement was faster now. All around
me the speed grew, in my head people ran around my fragile body. I decided to attempt to stand, I
staggered across the room then eventually fell. Blank.
I woke up to a strange smell, not a smell I expected; it gave off the taste of stale alcohol and smoke.
I sat up slowly, my head hurting severely as though my brain was running into the walls of my skull, like
you did as a child on bouncy castles. The room was blurry with no smoke now. Bodies lay all over the place,
some naked. I swiftly moved my head to a sound I heard to my left. When i saw the figure, I quickly clenched
my hands onto my head with a firm grip, squinting my eyes hard as the pain from the movement battered
all around my head, leaving a dark, deep pain behind my eyes.
"Dude, you missed out last night, shouldn't have taken that shit!" I recognised the voice, it was Craig.
He was an alright friend, though at times i'd love to just smack him in the face. He was the most annoying
human being known to man, but I lived with it. He always tried with everything he did and i respected that,
even if he did have to make a fool out of himself when he did it. From his greasy, black hair down to his blue
and black checkered, flat vans shoes, everything he did was from the heart. I loved him dearly, but at that
moment in time, I could not deal with him.
"Leave me alone, yeah? Or i will.. yeno', hit you or something." It wasn't a very friendly thing to say,
but it wasn't convincing that I was going to hit him, so I didn't think he would take it seriously. To be in his
presence was sickening at this time in the morning. I looked up at him slowly, he just stood there looking
at me with an inbetween look on his face. The kind that's not a smile but not quite a frown nor a sad face.
"Well?! GO!" I didn't mean to shout at him. He left, so i suppose it was fine.
My eyes glazed over when I began to stand, I felt nauseous. I stood still for a minute or two, leaning
onto the old, cracked wall. I looked down at all the people, noticing the one person i've alwaysed cherished.
Her black hair, filled with chemicals of hairspray, seemed to have collapsed onto her face, covering her
beautiful green eyes. I knelt down beside her, and removed the hair from her face. The black and pink glasses
she wore weren't quite over her eyes, so i gently fixed them so she wouldn't wake. Only once have I
ever spoken to her, and it was a failed attempt of conversation. "Do you know the way to Sean's house?"
What a stupid question. I was right outside it stood with her and Sean. Idiot. Her hand started to move,
it lifted then landed just onto my knee, so I moved and sat down with my legs crossed and held her hand.
"I wish you could understand how delicate and amazing you are.." I thought out loud, I did this alot. It was
concidered a disability to me, always got me in trouble.
"Well i didn't think you were the sensitive type, i've never really liked those to be fair." She spoke
to me. I was shocked. I sat there with my mouth weavering asthough I was about to speak, but i wasn't going
to speak, my voice box just wouldn't work. Say something! Anything! But nothing came out. "Why are you
holding my hand? Don't you think it's abit.. weird?" She spoke again, I wasn't really taking in what she was saying
to me, because i was so overwhelmed at the fact that she was talking to me in the first place. "Your name's Elouise
right?" It was the only thing I could think of saying. My eyes began to hurt, I closed them hard then opened to find the room blurry again. I tried to look into her eyes but I couldn't quite see. "Don't ever call me that, my
name is Elly thanks. Are you going to let go of my hand now?" I dropped it so fast, there was possibly an earthquake
in Australia. She gave me a grin. It was sweet. She got up and walked away. As she moved each foot in a certain way,
she stumbled a little and gave off a quiet giggle to herself, then carried on walking. After turning off a few switches on
the way to the kitchen, she shouted back to me, "Do you need any med?". Med? What's med? Oh no. Elly
looked at me and smiled, then went straight into the kitchen and came back out with some paracetemol in a packet.
She must have meant medication. She threw them at me then made her way over, moving body parts of
random people with her feet. She sat back down and lit up a spliff. I watched as her kissable, tender lips touched the
tip of it. As she took a drag, i breathed with her slowly and deeply, taking it all in. She glanced at me then looked
back down, "Coming round mine with the boys tonight then Ed?"

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Naaaails.