"Whats wrong with you?" She asked.
Leaning back in my chair I allowed the smoke to exit through my nose. Mi nuh know
"Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled walking away. Mi know
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Kashmaine Wright's pov|17
Watching as grandma passed me for the tenth time in a ten minute time span I sat up.
"Is something wrong?" I asked closing my bag of red plantain chips.
"Yes mi deh call Fitsroy but him nah answer." She said making my face turn into confusion.
"Who name Fitsroy?" I asked trying not to laugh. Somebody can name Fitsroy.
"Pastor Jenkins." She said making my mouth form into an 'o'.
Him goodly outside a cheat.
"Oh maybe him inna wah prayer session or him a sleep mama." I said trying to comfort her.
"From yesterday evening Kash? Him tell mi say him a go a church fi session with a young girl your age an all now mi cya see him." She said covering her face with her hand.
"Maybe him phone dead mama him soon come stop worry." I said rubbing her back.
"Lawd have mercy mi pressure a guh up." She said making me quickly pick up my water bottle.
Handing it to her she took light sips.
"Wull dat. Mi go guh pray." She said handing me back the water bottle.
Going to my room I jumped when I saw Ai'janie sprawled out on my bed. In a red a white addias joggers, white polo shirt and white socks with his black Yeezy slides.
"Aren't you supposed to be at tracks training?" I asked walking up to my bed as he sat up.
Pulling me to stand infront of him he grabbed a handful of my butt.
