ELEMENT (Kendrick's Kids)

Too high

Jamir -

I poured a bowl of my favorite cereal, Captain Crunch. I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured it in my bowl. I took a spoon and stabbed it three times before eating. I sat down at the dining room table, pulling out my phone I answered the text that I had just gotten.

It was a flier for a party that was happening tonight. It was up north near the tattoo parlor where Diggy worked. "Yo Kenneth!" I yelled. My younger brother came out of the kitchen eating a piece of toast.

"What bitch?" He asked as he sat down.

"Fuck You," I spat.

"Hey watch your mouths," mama said as she walked by with a laundry basket.

"Sorry mama," we both said.

"I don't know Jamir, we could get in trouble,"

"I don't know Jamir we could get in trouble," I mimicked. "Stop being a pussy, either you gone come or no?"

"Yeah,"

"Cool I'll get us a ride,"

"JAMIR!" I heard momma yell.

"Here I Come ma!" I yelled. I got up putting my dirty bowl in the dish washer. I went into the laundry room where she was.

"Yeah?"

"I just got off the phone with your English teacher, you want to explain to me why you couldn't get your book report done?"

"I Uh." My phone buzzed.

"Give me the phone,"

"No ma okay I forgot about the deadline But I talked to Ms. Thomas already she said I can turn it in next Friday,"

"Jamir let another teacher call this house, that phone, that Playstation is mine, and I'm taking your car privileges do you understand me?,"

I sighed rolling my eyes.

"Do you understand me?" She yelled again.

"Yes Okay ma I understand,"

"Go gather your dirty laundry,"

I went upstairs into my room getting my laundry. I locked my door and putting the towel underneath. I had been saving my allowance money on a vape. Since Pops smoked I started smoking and I haven't gotten caught. I grabbed my phone sending my dad a picture of me. He texted me back.

Dad : I miss you son, when are you coming to see me again?

Every since he had gotten out of jail, I had gotten in contact with my birth father. He lives not that far from us. He told me not to tell moms or pops that we were talking because they would do anything to put him behind bars again. He has a job doing construction and sometimes he gives me money, or weed.

He's picked me up from school and sometimes I go over his house just to spend time with him. I always felt different, like Kendrick wasn't really my dad.

He always showed Kenneth more affection than me, Keith, Bryson, or Dig, it made me feel bad sometimes, but whenever I'm with my dad he doesn't make me feel less important, he actually cares. I know my dad isn't father of the year, he's made his mistakes and he's trying to do better.

I sent him a text back as I inhaled my vape. I threw all my dirty clothes in my basket. I smoked a little more and I could feel my high coming. I smoked some more until I got faded. I put my pen away and took ma my dirty clothes. My phone went off again as I was putting my clothes in the washer.

Ma was talking but I was so high I couldn't understand what she was saying. "Jamir!" She yelled.

"Yeah ma,"