When I woke from what felt like a fourty-eight hour nap, I didn't move a muscle. I layed there with my eyes aligned with my ceiling, I felt empty. Even though I involve myself with dangerous things and dangerous people, I would have never thought that I'd be in a situation like this.
I felt no remorse when I held Ajanee's step father at gun point, but I felt sick to my stomach knowing that he was no longer alive. I never intended for anyone to get murdered. I love Ajanee with all my heart. When she told me about her step father I couldn't take it. It made me angry. Knowing that another man put his hands on my first love, I couldn't take it. I felt I had to handle the situation. If I didn't, the anger would've sat inside me and depression would've sat inside of her.
As I finally snapped out of my thoughts, I reached underneath my bed. I'm always looking around for my weed. I get overly excited about smoking, and it makes me forget where I stashed my weed.
Finally, I ran my hand across a plastic baggy. I immediately grabbed it and quickly removed my hand from underneath my bed.
"Mmm mmm mmm why do I always forget where I put you?" I asked my weed as if it could hear me.
As I put what seemed to be a half of a gram inside of my grinder, I heard someone banging at my door. It startled me so badly that I almost dropped my grinder.
"Who is it?!" I asked in a very angry tone of voice.
"Be lucky that I knocked." My little sister Brelah said as she barged in; as if she pays bills.
"No, you better be lucky that YOU knocked. If you were to walk in my room and happened to see something that you're not used to seeing, I don't think that would be my problem lil' sis.
"O.K. you're right-whatever, shutup. Mom wants you." Brelah said, not caring about the point I made.
"OH yes! That's the one! I can never think of the name of that show!" My mom said overly excited while talking on the phone.
"Mom?" I asked as I cracked open her bedroom door.
"I can never catch that show!" My mom replied totally ignoring me.
As I slowly started to close her door back, she then called my name as she ended her call.
"Boy, sit down before I slap the living daylights out of you." My mom said pointing to a spot on the edge of her bed.
"Marcus, I don't know what kind of mess you made over that damn ladies house, but I am not dealing with it. You're dad will be here in three hours." My mom said, slowly getting out of bed.
"Why he coming mom? I'll watch Brelah and Kyrah if you're leaving mom." I said as I tried to help her find her house shoes.
"No, he's coming to pick you up Marcus. You cannot stay in this house anymore." My mom said in a serious tone of voice.
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RomanceThis 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...
