Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate...
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See why me no wah nobody inna mi house?
Mi will murda people eno.
I drag the spliff.
Mi a try mi best fi tek mi mind off a certain things. Jah know. Mi cut up. I kiss my teeth. Mi G' dem a talk and mi nah hear nutt'n. Trust me, deh gyal deh ago get it.
I tap the spliff in the ash tray and smoke again. It ago take more than spliff and henny fi calm mi down believe me when me say that.
Legs rocking, eyes cloudy, I try my hardest to ignore the fact that Zara cuz'n move mi platinum card outta mi house.
Dragging the spliff, I watch as Alex parks his Bimma in front my car. Keno is already behind my Benz.
We're at my gate.
"We have Gradesss, the liquor deh ya, we have spliff and food...accent activate is a Chopping kinda day!" Alex gets out and raise a bag with weed.
I chuckle.
"Have enough can sell back mi dawg," Scar chimes in.
Gutta deh pan the phone with a skull. He doesn't seem too pleased. As I listen, I puff and blow the smoke, even though I'm here physically, mentally mi deh far from earth.
"Mrs. Belchazar. Are yew listening tu' meee?" Gutta ask in thick Uncle Sam accent.
"Yes," I hear her say, she sounds like someone's granny.
Well. God bless America.
"I got greaat news pleeeeze listen clearly, yewww have won a millionnn dollarz that need de-liv-ery...."
She seems to be doing the talking now.
"T-this seems like a scam," she says before going on a rant about being scammed before by a John Smith.
"I am not John Smith, I am Mike Jones. Teewww different persons Mrs. Belchazarrr," he retorts.
"With the same intention to scam all the money I got."
"Jah is a tuff head skull this...affi tek a commercial break," he mutes the call to say, then he gets back to her.
She have sense.
He listens to her a little while longer, now annoyed.
"How old are you Mrs. Belchazarrr?" She tells him.
"60 faiv'"she has a country accent. He takes another commercial break to laugh with me. Then he puffs his spliff.
