hell on earth.

eight;

Long story short, today was a day of trying not to die. Zay and Gabe bothered the hell outta me today. I called my friends, but nah, they suddenly don't speak english... nor Spanish, or Korean. Yes, I actually tried all three. This is one of those times that I hate them.

I needed help.

I needed to get away.

Even trying to sneak out wasn't working.

"Kyliana! Where you think you going?" Gabe said as he walked into the kitchen. He found me trying to sneak outta the back door. He was kinda loud, and that made Isaiah come in.

"I was going to get some food," I sighed. I was never gonna get away.

"Without us? I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch," Isaiah mocked the vine.

"Road trip!" Gabe shouted.

"I got the weed!" Isaiah responded. I guess this wouldn't be too bad. I motioned for them to follow me, and we walked to the driveway. We hopped in the car, and we were off.

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high adventuring in the next chapter :)
it'll definitely be longer !!