𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇

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THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!

November 23, Sunday ● 6:23 am
Norman Manly Airport, Jamaica

JOVANNI JOHVANTAE MONTELL | 20

Jah know mi cyah bother

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked as I entered the car my mother sent to pick me up from the airport

"..."

Mi nuh know why mums sen her, I would have declined my mother's offer if I knew she was coming

She chat tuh much fi my liking

"Im happy you're back" she says holding her arms out I guess for a hug and I looked at her before I reclined the seat

Searching my hoodie pockets I fumbled across a list of items until my hand came in contact with the bag of weed and my lighter

"Everything good likkle don?" The driver asked and I gave him a simply nod in response

Taking them out I tore the bag and picked out the weed placing it into my weed grinder, Ignoring the eye I was getting from trishelle I stared to spun the grinder into my palms

Connecting my phone to the car's bluetooth I opened audiomack, once it was loaded I clicked on a random song. Listening to 'still dark' by chronic law play a little loudly from the speakers I turned my phone off and placed it face down

Pulling out the pack of brown wrizzla from my pockets I placed the weed onto it as I straightened the sheet, focusing my attention on what I was doing I rolled bringing it up to my lips a few times before I felt satisfied

Bringing the freshly made weed to my lips I ignited it with my lighter and immediately took two puffs

Looking through the window I leaned my head against the seat viewing my surroundings

I haven't been to Jamaica in years since my father died when I was 15 and a one reason meck mi come back

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8:15am

Reaching the house in two hours or more I sighed taking out my luggage before entering the house

"You're here!" my mother says excitedly as she hurriedly brushed the flower off into her clothes before walking over towards me