we had moved into a weird part of worcester, off lincoln street. i think my dad lost his job and we couldn't afford our house anymore. i went snowboarding, even though it was only snowy at the top. i was good at it, but i knew i was dreaming because i was able to ride better than i really could. i got back to my house and started undressing on the porch, we were on the 2nd floor. my snowpants pulled my jeans off, and then nicole d came by with her family and laughed at me for being pants-less. i went outside in shorts. we talked, and then i was lost. the people in the neighborhood didn't like white kids, and kept yelling at me and telling me to go home. i was trying to be friendly but they all hated me. two girls grabbed my arms, but the cuter one let go. i wanted to get back to my house but somehow i ended up part of their ceremony to celebrate a dead friend

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