I wake up with a yawn and an anxious type of feeling. I toss and turn because it's always freezing in my room. I lay for a few moments. I glance over at my small clock, it's 8:45 a.m
"Morgan!" My nana calls
I stay quiet not wanting to answer.
She didn't call my name again so I guess it wasn't important. I kinda don't like mornings they make me upset that I didn't die in my sleep..
I get up and walk in my bathroom
I notice again how ugly I am.
I make a upsetting face and look down hating the appearance of my face..
I gently turned on the sink do the water flows out, I slash my face with water and brush my teeth.
4 minutes later..
I'm done and then again hissing at myself for the appearance I've been given.
"Morgan!" My nana calls again
I walk up the stairs to her bedroom
"Goodmorning " I say softly and tiredly
"You look very tired" she says with a smirk
"Well didn't get as much sleep again.. Why did you call my name?" I ask
"Did your mom call you?" She asks
"Yes.. She talked to you as well." I say
"Yeah, she did I told her it was a good idea" she says calmly
"What is a good idea??" I say fastly
"Morgan.. I'm getting very old and it's hard honey" she says ashamed
I start to feel a guiltless in my stomach, my chest and my back starts to tense "..Nana that's why I'm here"
"No, you're not gonna just babysit me all the time? Live your life, meet new people, discover, experience incredible things, laugh likes a lunitic" she says smiling
I crack a smile " nana.. I'll miss you though she lives over 10,000 miles away??" My smile fades away
"Child, stop worrying. I can help you pack up?" she says
"I don't have much to pack" I say softly
She smiles gently and doesn't say anything
I realize that this silence was the end of the conversation
I walk away slowly & walk down the stairs I walk into my room I go to my closet open up to find a pair of black leggings & a sweater that my nana gave
Me when on my last birthday. I'm 17 now
I change into my clothes and then grab my bong, ciggerate & I grab my lighter sitting on my counter I slip it into my pants. I exit my room, & then head to the door for a walk to the woods.
It's a nice sunny morning with a small windy chill i walk towards the woods near my house.
I come across a tree I carved so someone could sit inside. I crack a small smile & sit inside with my cigarette I grab my lighter I slipped into my pants & as I put the cigarette up to my mouth & inhale I light the lighter then inhale & zorb. 💫
I continue to puff on my cigarette I hear weird noises in a bush I don't mind it just very curious of the noise.
The noise in the bush started becoming louder
I got out of the tree and walked slowly to the bush
The noise stopped
I stopped
No noise
I walk away curiously and there was no more noise
I'm tempted to walk back and check it. "Don't do it Morgan, dont check." i think to myself and i just walk awy.
I travel around the woods, Puffing inhaling & zorbing, and craving some ganga. I drop my cigarette on the floor and stomp on it so it lights outI walk away walking back home and I take off my sweater as I enter the house because it smells like Tabacco and my nana doesn't like the fact a 17 year old girl is smoking Tabacco she's find with the Ganga but not Tabacco.
"There's one good side to going back to my moms house"I think to myself " I have a lot of close friends.. Here isn't the best place of friends more old people then teenagers " I sit down at my kitchen table, I softly start tapping on the glass of the table gently
" it's not as bad as you think it will be morgan" I think
I've haven't been there for a year. Mabye it won't be too bad
