𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙙

2: 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨?

                   

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗔 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶 - 𝗟𝗶𝗹 𝗪𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲

The birds chirped as they soared over a neighborhood that stood on the Southside of Greenland Heights, or "Saints Row". They landed in a tree that stood by a home, one that was now bustling with activity.

Two young girls came running through the hallway, one aged 13 and the other aged 8, both nearing a closed bedroom door. They burst into the room and began to jump on the bed, causing the sleeping body underneath the covers to groan.

"Rashaaaaad! Wake up and play Barbies with me!" The 8-year-old, Halo, yelled, shaking the sleeping body.

"Yup, wake up ugly, you on dish duty," the 13-year-old, Dionaé hit the sleeping body under the covers. The sleeping body then awoke, groaning loudly as both girls stood there and watched as the boy sat up, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He shook out his dreds as he sighed.

"Aight, gimme a minute," he mumbled as both girls stood staring at their older brother. Once he realized they were looking, well, more like staring at him, he bucked at them, and they ran out giggling. He connected his phone to the speaker, resuming A Milli by Lil Wayne, the young man nodding his head to the beat.

He walked to the bathroom, holding a kit box, and bringing his phone and speaker as he went into the bathroom and locked the door. He nodded his head to the beat as he took a seat on the toilet and pulled out some rolling papers and packed them with weed, rolling it up and sparking the end, smoke flowing up into the air.

"Finally, some peace," the boy thought, closing his eyes and leaning back on the toilet seat.

"Rashaad! If you gon' smoke that in the house, please open a window!" A woman called as the boy's popped open and he looked toward the door.

"Yes ma'am," 17-year-old Rashaad Hampton responded to his mother, and he stood up and walked over to the tub, reaching up, opening the small window, and sitting down with a slight attitude.

Rashaad was what they would call a quiet boy, one who stayed to himself and didn't talk much, but if he didn't say it, his face surely did. He preferred to be either in his own company or in the company of his two close friends, Darius Hill and Saiyer Abdul. All he needed was weed, snacks, and music, he was chilling.

"Rashaad! Barbies!" Halo, Rashaad's 8-year-old sister called out, banging on the bathroom door. Rashaad smacked his lips and hit the blunt one more time before blowing out the end and putting it in the box.

"Ain't no use in me throwing away a good blunt because this lil ass girl wanna rush somebody," Rashaad thought, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He washed his face and sprayed a little bit of cologne on himself before exiting the bathroom, playfully mushing his little sister's head out of the way as he walked back to his room to grab a shirt, something he hadn't got a chance to do yet.

He slid his kit back into his sock drawer and covered it. See, his mother knew he smoked, so he didn't hide it because he didn't want her to find out he smoked, but he hid it mostly because he didn't want people stealing anything, or his uncle trying to take shit without asking.

"Stupid ass nigga," he thought to himself as he shook his head, pulling out a white tank top and some Black basketball shorts. He put on the clothes, not caring to fix the shirts that fit a little lower on him, revealing the Tommy Hilfiger boxer hem.