Dum maro dum

It was just another monday and young Sajal was walking to school. His parents, yet again, had decided that he was too young to have a motorcycle and the thought enraged him. "If only they knew." He was the youngest doper the school had ever had. All of 16, he coked twice every week. Not to mention his accomplishments with the fag, that put even the school veterans to shame. Still, he could not have a motorcycle. Being 16 had it's disadvantages.
"One day I'll display my skills and then they will realise how old am I."

He had been a bright student until last year and then he found this group. The group believed that the world was falling apart and it's their duty to set it right by bringing joy and pleasure to the people around them, starting with themselves. They only way they knew to accomplish the mission was with coke. So, every group meeting started with a speech from the leader, who always came up with some new and innovative abuses towards the soiety, system ir the world, enriching everyone's vocabulary. They were then handed out joints to smoke the day away. This was the best part of the meeting. He could, in those few hours, forget all about his tiffs at home and dipping grades in school. He could also forget his sweetheart who had drifted away since he found this group. He used to hate it when the haze cleared and reality crashed upon him. They were then handed out stocks of the happiness powder to sel off. For the next 3 days, he would meet the people around the town and deliver the stuff.

The last meeting was different though. The boss had given him extra stuff to dispose, seeing his knack for the trade. Not having a facial hair growth too helped.Being 16 had its advantages. The only problem was, his old contacts just could not afford more than they had been buying and everyone else he knew won't even go to a movie without their parents' permission. Being 16 had its disadvantages. He could never understand why was the stuff illegal, when all it did was to help a person forget his miseries.

It's the last day now and you could not bring back any unsold stuff. Once taken it had to be sold in 3 days.On reaching the school gate, he decided that he had to sell off the stuff in school itself. His classmates won't help so the seniors should be targeted. He did not know many of them but he had to try. Lunch break would be the best time he thought.

As the teachers came and went, reciting from their course books, he was busy planning his approach,whom to pick, the excuse to talk, the words, the timings etc. He knew that he'd be in deep trouble if anything, just anything went wrong. He had to be perfect.

He had seemingly picked the right guy and promptly landed in the principal's office. His bag felt lighter with all the stash now resting on the principal's table. As he walked out of the staff meeting, he knew that he will make a great salesman one day, having managed to sell it to the school staff.It's not about being 16.