KAYLA.
few days later.. summer breakmy door opened, with my mother standing at the door.
"i'm about to head to work, your breakfast is on the kitchen table."
"aight, see you later." i said, going into my bathroom to get ready for today.
when i finished getting ready i turned off the lights in my bathroom and went downstairs. there was a stack of pancakes, some bacon, and sausage.
"ou, this finna be so bomb." i said, grabbing the syrup for my pancakes out of the refrigerator.
"as it should."
i dropped the damn syrup when i heard that. maya was sitting on a stool at the counter.
"how the hell did you get in the house?" i questioned, picking the syrup up.
"your mom let me in before she left." maya said.
"and she didn't even tell me." i mumbled.
"huh?"
"nothing, so what made you stop by over here." i said, eating my food.
"if you have to ask then you don't know."
"bitch-"
"why else would i ask?"
"i just came over to hang with you sis."
"oh aight, text andre and tell him to come over so too then." i said, putting my empty dish in the sink.
*
"kayla wanna hit?" andre asked.
maya instantly looked at me and i just nodded my head.
it can't be that bad right?
i hit the blunt and instantly started coughing. the weed was stronger than dwayne the rock johnson.
i passed the blunt back over to him. "all that coughing is gonna make you get higher faster."
so my dumbas started holding my breath.
a couple minutes later the weed really got to me.
"yo, did you know that faded af is faded af backwards."
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