Working for a drug lord

Date: 12/2/2019

I was in school. The bell had rung for lunch. I decided to go out and buy a new cheaper phone because why not? I bought one and came back but realized I needed a charger so I went out and tried to go buy one but I didn't have enough money. I came back to school and everything went by as normal. (or as normal as a dream can get) for some reason we were being held after school. The band class (including me) decides to start practicing and we all started to play. It was beautiful because I could see the sounds and they were like a beautiful mist of colors. I wanted to go to the bathroom but the teacher didn't let me go with my phone so I left it there. But I did end up taking my new, cheaper phone. I tried to use it but it was a very old type of phone, so old it had one of those papas restaurants games pre installed. I was pretty mad but when I came back everyone was getting ready to leave. When I left the school and started walking down the street a man came up to me. He said he tried to talk to me earlier but I didn't hear. Him. He gave me a package and told me to throw it into a car. I did and he got into the car and left. I thought that was it but suddenly, the car screeched back to where I was and the driver and some other people were pretty mad at me. I. Apparently the package I threw had a ton of drugs, but the drugs were either fake or really bad. The man said he would take care of me and then kidnapped me. He told me I would be working for him in his drug fields, digging up the drugs that free their (apparently weed grew underground for some reason?) I was very scared of doing this because there was always a chance of dying of heat stroke or something. I decided to befriend the man who kidnapped me. I gained his trust enough where I was allowed to have my brand new, cheap Phone. I used it to listen to music while working and the man brought me plenty of water and sometimes juice. I had it good. But that was not to say the other workers did. The other workers that worked along side me were in extreme pain everyday from the uncomfortable conditions. One of them eventually had enough and tried to kill themselves with a cyanide pill. While they lay on the ground, slowly dying, the man told her that even if she did kill herself, her family wouldn't be safe. She was in so much distress about what the man had said, she tried her best to fight the cyanide but eventually succumbed to the effects and died. She had died on top of us because we all slept in a pile. One day I had done something that upset the man and he ended up taking all my privileges such as my phone, and extra water and juice, I slowly started to die. I tried to kill the man but I failed because he was too strong. I ended up dying and being buried next to cyanide girl.