Weed Smoke

Chapter Four : Family

9:00PM Saturday Night

I love waking up knowing that I don't have school the next morning. I know I make it out like school is the worst thing in the world, but there's really no other way to put it.

School wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to wake up so early.

Every time that I wake up, I always have a shit load of messages. It may seem like a good thing, but for me it's not.

Without checking my phone, I lay there. I run my hand down my face- making sure to wipe any sleep in my eyes, that managed to hang on throughout my wild dreams.

"Yuck! Don't touch me until you wash those claws!" That's what my sister Brelah would always say, right after she'd witness me refreshing my eyes. That's what I would tell Kyrah, my youngest little sister, when she'd ask me what in the world I was doing.

"Just wash your face then, lazy." Kyra would reply.

As I stretch my arms by grasping both my hands together in an upward position, as if I was about to go diving, I made a loud yawn.

"Man, I have to stop smoking so much weed." I whispered to myself in my head.

Every morning I would wake up after a long night of smoking marijuana back to back. I'd always feel shitty in the morning. Nose clogged, mucus, and extreme drowsiness. The only solution that I would have, was to roll another blunt. It would usually take away the drowsiness, and with the help of a nice hot shower-the mucus cleared out as well. Sometimes I think about the long-term dangers that I have while smoking weed with blunts, that's why I'm planning on changing how I smoke, and how much I smoke.

"Marcus, the door." My sister Kyra came barging in my room.

"Knock first, Next time you might end up seeing something that can scar you forever." I said to Kyra as I grabbed some basketball shorts to-pull over my hanes boxers. Green on the sleeves, black on the waist band.

"I know you did not walk up the stairs just to tell me to get the door. " I said to Kyra in disbelief.

"Uhm-one, it's not for me, two, mom says we are not allowed to answer the door. Remember? Kyra asked with one hand on her hip, and the other going in a back and fourth motion like I was her dog.

"Give me a second, little girl." I said with anger and tiredness running through my body.
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"Marcus, I- I didn't think you'd be up this late. I- Uhm, can I come in?" Ajanee asked nervously.

"Yeah sure." I said with a little confusion on my face.

I was a little confused as to why my ex-girlfriend who I thought hated me, is now standing n my living room on this Saturday night.

"Ajee!" Brelah screamed while running into the arms of a girl who I used to love so much.

"Heyyy! Oh my God, I missed you so much babes, have you been giving your brother a hard time?" Ajanee asked looking down into little Brelah's light brown eyes. Swinging her around, as if she was floating in the living room.

"Uhm no, he's been giving US a hard time." Kyra interrupted as she blopped down on the sofa finishing where she left off on her favorite t.v show.

"Haha look at you! You got so big girl! And you must think you the boss huh? Owning the t.v on a Saturday night. Hmm...your brother must have been upstairs.

"Uhm, excuse me Ajee, but Marcus does not put fear in me, whatsoever." Kyra said confidently.

"What? I know you ain-" I didn't even get my sentence out before Kyra darted pass Ajanee, Brelah, and I.

We all went stumbling over each other. As I managed to get out of our jumble, my mom opened up the front door with a surprising look on her face.

"What in the world is going on in here?!" She asked in a demanding tone of voice.

"Hi Ms. Tiffany." Ajanee said nervously.

"Marcus got mad at Kyra because of what she said to him." Brelah said, snitching on the both of us like she always does.

"Kyra, what did u say to your brother?" My mother asked as she put her purse on the living room end-table, as she scrambled through the mail.

"Mom, all I said was I am no longer scared of him, that is it." Kyra said while making her way back Into the living room cautiously.

"O.K seriously Marcus? My mom asked as she continued to looked through the mail curiously.

"Mom, you don't even care you're not even looking." I said while making a choking motion in Brelah's direction, she's always snitching.

"Boy, don't tell me what I'm doing." My mom said throwing an envelope at me, as if she was in the Olympics.

"Yes! Now chase her around the house since you're so tough!" Kyra said cheering on the fact the my mom just embarrassed my ass in front of my ex- girlfriend.

"Man, Come on Ajanee before I kill my little sister." I said grabbing Ajanee's hand like she was my girl.

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"Wow, this is ridiculous." Ajanee said while kicking clothes out of the way to make way through my room.

"Then clean it." I said nonchalantly flopping down on my bed.

"Ask your girl to clean it." Ajanee countered trying not to sit too close to me on my bed.

"You got jokes, huh? You know I don't have a girl." I said while laying back on my bed, until my eyes aligned with my ceiling.

"No, I don't have jokes Marcus. I have problems, and I really need your help." Ajanee said in an all seriousness tone of voice.