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toni braxton — fit. ⤴
my eyes were so heavy. Hitting that blunt was a horrible idea this morning. I'm not even that much of a smoker, but I knew this psychology class would be long as ever. But it seems the drugs only made things worse.
I stared at the teacher, blinking slowly and trying my best to comprehend what he was saying. It wasn't working, this man was truthfully making me question my career choices.
Sitting up, I wiped my eyes and fixed my bracelets, they twisted while I was dozing off.
"Now, for your assignment of the week. Well, this'll take much more than a week. Possibly a month if you do it correctly." The entire class groaned. I didn't see the problem, it's a psychology class, what did they expect?
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Nobody's forcing you to do it, take the zero or drop the course. Good luck keeping up in your new major." He rolled his eyes, and this time the class remained silent.
I tried my best to pay attention but the weed was really making it hard. And if I'm honest, I see a baby pig sitting beside about three of my classmates.
Eventually, class ended, and I could go home. I wasn't too concerned about what I missed during class, that teacher usually sent an email out about homework and classwork. Thank God for that.
Making my way to my car, I sighed. I wasn't even too sure what this assignment was but I knew it was about to be draining. I stopped by my weed man, picked up a few more bags, and went home.
I got to the porch and immediately rolled my eyes. I could already hear my roommates being loud as ever. This wasn't out of the ordinary.
Unlocking the door, they turned towards it and smiled at me.
"Hey, Toni! How was class?!" One of them greeted me. I shrugged and fixed the glasses on my face.
"Good, I've got work so shut up and don't bother me." I announced, throwing the bags of weed I'd picked up at them. That was my way of making sure they were quiet.
"oh—yeah, we can do that. Matter fact, we'll leave the whole house!" They both cheered while one of them held up the big bag of weed to show the other.
I really should learn their names. It's been two years.
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This assignment, was sure to take a month. We were assigned a fake patient, being we were going to be therapists. Apperently each day we logged into the website we'd spend an hour "talking" to said patient. By the end of the month; we had to write a report on their diagnosis and all we noticed about them.
The patient wasn't real of course, but that wasn't the point.
I finished my first session with mine and was at the twenty-four hour coffee shop now. It was around ten at night and my roommates had come back from partying and I got annoyed.
I was finishing up an assignment from English now, just a few more paragrahs on this report and I'd be done. Just when I was about to hit submit, I got a call from one of my cousins back in Maryland. The screen on my Macbook showed my face, along with the options to answer or decline.
My natural instinct was to decline and go back to my studies, but, this cousin never called. So, it had to be an emergency.
I answered and wiped my camera off, making sure they could see me.
"Yes?" I said with a sigh. My cousin's face scrunched up at my tone but I ignored it.
I didn't like my family like that.
"Hey. I need a favor." She said to me, clearly annoyed with me too.
A favor? I haven't even spoken to her in years.
"No." I said, then hung up. This was not that kind of party.
I went to click submit on my essay again, and got interrupted by another call.
I sucked my teeth, but answered anyway.
"Toni, please. I don't have time to argue. Just hear me out." She pleaded.
"Alright, what do you want?" I agreed.
"My girl coming down there." She began, and I looked around.
"And what? You want me to make sure she doesn't cheat or something? I'm not a spy, Ciara."
"No, I know she wouldn't of cheat. But, she's transferring to your school. I was hoping you'd be willing to show her around."
I scoffed. I move away from home and break communication with almost all my family, and somehow they only find my number when they need something.
"I don't know, that's a lot of work and I'm already super busy." I told her, shrugging.
"Come on, T. Don't be like that."
"Fine, I'll do it. Anything else?" I asked, she's irrating me and I'm ready to go home.
"Yeah, she kind of needs a place to stay." Ciara coughed up. My eyebrows raised and I chuckled. No way she wants me to let some random girl stay in my house. I've already got two roommates and I use the spare room to study.
"Nope, heck no. I've got no room." I instantly shut that down.
"How? Auntie M left you a four bedroom!"
"Yeah, she left it for me. But I've already got roommates and I don't even know that girl. You're lucky I'm helping her get around." I explained.
"But, Ton—"
I hung up. She's not about to ruin my night even more. I shut my laptop, placed it in my bag and left the Cafe. I'm tired. Either she'll text me the info for her girlfriend or not.
