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.
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SORRY THIS CHAPTER A LIL SHORT.
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