one more sniff (boy dealing w/ meth)

“One more sniff.” Jim said to himself. He took a deep inhale of the meth, closing his eyes as calmness went throughout his body. His hand stopped shaking and he stopped shuttering.
A knock was heard on the door.
“Honey!” His mother yelled at the other side of the door, “Are you ready for school?”
Jim quickly hid his meth in his dresser and covered it with clothing. He sprayed his room with febreeze as mother opened the door.
“Umm...yea.” Jim said as he saw his mother.
“Umm. Yea? What?” She said with a little mocking in her voice.
“School…I’m ready.”
She looked at him with suspicion as she sniffed the air. Silence filled the room as Jim’s ears redden underneath his lengthy blond hair.
“Is that febreeze i smell?” She finally asked.
“Yea…” Relief was in his voice
“I like it.” She said nodding her head as she looked around his room.
“C’mon,” She said, “We’re going to be late if we just stand here.” With that she left.
Jim looked at his dresser and then looked back at the door. He walked over to the dresser and carefully opened it. He took out the meth and just stared at it. As he was getting ready to open it, his mother’s voice startled him.
“C’mon Jim, we’re already late!” She shouted irritably as she honked the car.
Jim stuffed the meth in his pocket and took his bag and went down the stairs.
His mom gave him a cold icy glare as he jumped into the car.
“Sorry, mom. I had a bad night.” He said looking down at his shoes.
“Just. Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear any of you pathetic excuses. you know how much i hate being late.” Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she said. Jim knew she was trying so hard not to slap him. They back out of the driveway and drove off in silence. Her angry face was still there after she dropped him off at school.
The first period bell rang. Jim headed to the bathroom where his friends always met at.
“Hey, what’s up Jimmy?” Nate said giving him a friendly punch
“What happened yesterday?” He asked.
“Nothing much, we ‘go-fasted’ last time.”
“No. I mean where’s Peter?”
“I'm thinkin' he’s in jail.”
“How…”
“Me and a group of friends are going to ‘go-fast’ this morning. Want to ditch this place, as usual?
Jim didn’t answer.
“9:30. See yea later, man.” He put out a fist.
“Later.” Jim punched his fist with his.
Jail? I wonder how Peter feels in jail, Jim thought to himself. He didn’t feel so good about this. Why didn’t Nate get caught? And what if I’m next? Jim couldn’t stop thinking about that until 9:30 came and Jim went to the bathroom. All the worries disappeared as he snorted the meth. Worrying about getting caught was retarded. He’d never get caught, he thought.
“Ok. Bye” Jim said to Nate “You were right. I was worrying to much about Peter.”
“Yea. Just stay cool. Peter will take care of himself. Tomorrow same time, later.”

“Jim Paterson.” Mr. Grey the social study teacher said.
Jim stared at the ceiling while leaning on two legs on his chair and tapping his pencil.
“Jimmy Paterson?” The teacher got in front of the boy’s face. Startled, Jim fell backwards on his chair. Laughter was heard everywhere and he couldn’t help himself either but laugh. The teacher was the only one that kept a straight face. As the laughter faded around the room, the only person that was laughing at the end was Jim.
“Jim.” Mr. Grey said sternly, “You need to stop.”
“Ha, ha, ha, your mom. Ha, ha, ha…..” he started twitching.
“Are you high?” He said sounding alert.
“NO! I’m not high!”
“Calm down.”
“You see me high?! This is high!” Jim stood up on the desk, twitching as he walked on top of the other student’s desks and climbed onto a bookcase.
“This is HIGH!” he shouted proudly as he stood on top of the bookcase. Whispers where heard throughout the room.
“Get down. This instant!” Mr. Grey shouted pointing to the ground.
“Ha, ha, ha……you look like a bug from here,” he said pointing at Mr. Grey, “I’m going to step on the bug….” He slipped. Murmurs and whispers filled his head as he fell unconscious.
Jim’s eyes slowly began to open. He couldn’t feel his legs as he tried to wiggle them. He stood up a bit and saw his mother sleeping on them.
She looked up. Her face showed relief and tiredness at the same time. Jim could tell her eyes where puffed from crying and right now she was trying to keep from crying in front of him. She never likes to cry in front of any one no matter what. Even when dad died, she’d never showed emotion. Tears filled her eyes this time.
She gave him a big hug and cried there on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry.” She said between sobs.
Jim didn’t know what to do or say. What’s going on? he thought.
He looked around him; everything was dark except a couple lights in the room that showed plastic tubes, some kind of machine and flowers with a card in it. Jim realized he was in the hospital but why? He thought to himself.
“He’s finally awake, after 3 days of sleeping.” A man appeared in a black suite said. Behind him were 2 policemen. Right then Jim knew what was happening.
Jim’s mother looked up.
“Please don’t take him!” His mother screamed as they took Jim out of the hospital bed and into hand cuffs.
“Take me!” she grabbed one of the policemen’s shoulders. He shrugged her off and as she was about to grab him again, the guy in the black suit took a hold of her.
“Were sorry, Mrs. Paterson.” He said.