3rd POV
After Atlanta had left Marcus and Ginny alone, she headed towards an abandoned bathroom to smoke a joint.
She walks inside and sees a mixed girl inside already hitting on some weed.
Atlanta's POV
Her head raises up when the door closes behind me.
She almost looks scared. "Can I hit that?" I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders and holds it out for me to grab it. I smile at her, grab it, and take a long drag of it.
"Thank you," I thank her and hand her back the joint. "What's your name?" I ask her as she takes a hit.
She blows out the smoke before answer with,"Vera Davis. Yours?"
"Atlanta Miller," I answer, honestly. I don't know why, but I get this vibe like she's my ride or die.
"What brings you Wellsbury, the most fucked up place ever?" She interrogates, passing the blunt over to me.
"My step-dad died," I say bluntly, taking a hit. She looks surprised before looking at me with sympathy.
"Sorry, for your lost," she apologizes, and I hand the blunt back over to her.
I shrug my shoulders. "Eeh, he was a fucking pervert anyways. He was a fucking pedophile and shit. I hope he burns in hell," I curse, rolling my eyes.
I really do hope Kenny suffers and burns in hell. "Well I take back my sympathy. To hell with him," she says bluntly. We look at eachother in silence before bursting out laughing.
"Hey, you wanna do a party trick?" I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Ain't like I got shit better to do," she says and she hands me the blunt. I take a hit of the joint and perform the party trick.
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Sacred Beauty// Marcus Baker
FanfictionAtlanta Xiomara Miller, or, better known as Atty, is said to be just like her mother. They both act the same, but it's only because they seem to have shared the same fate. Atty only wants love. A sacred beauty love is from its marvelous feeling, but...