PT. 1

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KIANNA's POV:

I was walking home from the store getting snacks.

I walked into the apartment, grabbed my keys from my hoodie pocket & opened the door into the room 252, our apartment number.

I walked into the door only to see my mom sitting on the couch with a serious face.

"Hey Ma! , Why you look tweaked ou-"

"Don't play wimmie Kianna, Why is you out so late?" My mom said interrupting me. I'd sighed.

"Ma, I was only getting snacks from the store I-"

"You better be sober lil' girl."

Oh yeah im also an addict. A drug addict. But I've been just and ONLY tryna lay off on the weed..

"Kianna is you listening to me?"

I had spaced back from being zoned out. "Yeah , I'm sober. Now can you chill out?"

"Yeah I'll chill. But you better not me lying to me."

"Yes Ma'am" I said walking into my room.

A/N
SORRY THIS CHAPTER A LIL SHORT.

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