6:00 Am Alarm Going Off
As I'm waking up to the annoying rooster on my cell phone, I'm debating on if I should sleep in, or go to school. The decision might sound simple to you, but not when you have the type of mother that I have.
My mom has never been the type to let me stay home, just because I wanted to.
In order to get her full permission, I would literally have to be dying.
I always had problems with waking up in the mornings. When I do finally get up, I'm like the Grinch and the Hulk combined.
"I really think I might have to miss school today. I'm definitely not in the mood for this shit." I said to myself with my eyelids still shut. I quickly fell back to sleep, and boy did it feel good.
I would've been sleep for the entire school day, but someone decided to keep texting my phone.
New Message From: Shorty
Why ain't you in school?
New Message From: Shorty
You got me hot. How u gona not show up?
New Message From: Shorty
We were supposed to fuck today...see you always playin' me..
Damn this annoying girl is always texting me. She's the first person blowin' up my phone when I don't show up to school. She's always the first person in my face when I do show up to school, and she's always texting my phone.
"Man let me get my ass up, before my mom bust in from work and start buggin'." I said aloud as I started my shower for the day.
New Message From: Dock
Bro' wen u get out come 2 my crib
Reply:
Nigga' i aint go 2 skool wya
I replied back to Dock, while putting my phone back on the charger. Then I quickly hopped in the shower. I wasn't trying to waste any time. It was 11:32 AM and my moms get home around 3:30 pm. I hopped out the shower with the smell of Old Spice: Swagger on my skin. I stopped to look in the mirror before leaving.
"Damn I gotta hit the gym...gettin' kinda' heavy. I need my damn hair twisted too." I said while running my fingers through my dreads.
I opened my closet after picking out my new white gold rope necklace to match with my silver Rolex that my big sister got me for Christmas.
"I don't know what the hell I'm going to wear...where is all of my clothes?" I asked myself while in front of my closet- adjusting my towel around my love handles.
I looked to the right of my closet and knew then exactly where most of my clothes were. "I really need to start this laundry process that shit look shady." I said to myself while staring at my dirty clothes basket.
Another text message came through. While I decided to go with a white T, my all black Levi's, with my all black Nike boots.
While I was putting on my boxers that I just bought from the mall last week, I received two more texts.
"Damn they blowin' ya' boy up" I laughed to myself.
I grabbed my phone, my lighter, my weed, and a pack of blunts, all from the side of my bed. I stuffed it in my pockets. I zipped opened my pillow case cover and grabbed out what seemed to be more than a stack. I counted out $200, but decided to just take $150. "I gotta slow down on this spendin' all my money in one week shit." I said to myself while shoving the money in my back pocket. I grabbed my all black Pittsburgh Pirates fitted cap, and dipped out.
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Weed Smoke
RomansaThis is a story for people who smokes weed, but hey, if you don't you can read it also. Marcus has a lot to tell you guys, about his weed smoking life. I am a weed smoker too, from Pittsburgh. Tell your weed smoking friends about this. &&& Please...
