Prisoners of War - Chapter 29

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Mark groaned rolling over in bed and glancing at the clock. 6:22. He cursed to himself and picked up the ringing phone before his parents got woken up. "Hello?" He half whispered.

"Hey Mark what's going on man, how are you doing?"

Mark rubbed his head sitting up groaning again. "Anthony?"

"Yea man hey, I haven't talked to you in awhile man how are you doing, what are you up to?"

"Its Saturday Anthony, why are you calling me so early?"

"I dunno, I'm just bored and wanted to talk to someone and you were the only someone who's phone number I knew." He was talking very fast, and laughed after that as if he'd just told the greatest joke on earth.

Mark was confused, tired and getting annoyed. "What do you want?"

"You want to come over and hang out with me man?"


"Yea why not?"

"It's six in the morning Anthony!" He yelled and then looked around cautiously to make sure he didn't wake up his parents.

"Why do you want me to come over anyway?" He said calming down. "I don't have any pot."

"I got some if you want some."

"You do?"

"Yea man, come over you can have as much as you want!"

Mark sighed rubbing his head again. He knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again since he was already woken up, so that he might as well go since he hadn't smoked in awhile. "Well I guess I can't turn down free drugs..."

"Of course you can't!" Anthony said enthusiastically.

"So give me an hour or so and I'll be there...I gotta get dressed and all that." He yawned hanging up the phone thinking to himself what kind of weed Anthony had to be acting like that; he smiled...