STAY HIGH | Zion Kuwonu

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🎵Look into my eyes if you want to know me🎵

I sat in my bean bag chair zoning out to the lyrics of Until We Rich by Ice Cube Ft. Krayzie Bone

🎵Before you hypnotize, homie what do you see🎵

I snapped out of my trance and laughed at myself for being slow before mouthing the words to the music in the mirror in front of me.

🎵A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers🎵

I sat up and grabbed my weed bag from a compartment in my desk and unzipped it, grabbing my grinder with weed already grinded inside. I opened my swisher sweets packaging and grabbed one and got straight to rolling the blunt. Which I'm really good at might I add.

🎵A hustler counting figures ain't pulled no triggers🎵

I licked the last corner and tucked it making sure it was tight and looked at my artwork.

Let's fucking get this day started.

Right when I was going to thing that, my sister burst the door scaring the shit outta me.

"Angel hurry up and put that shit away, it smells like weed in here!" My one and only blood sister, Letty said with her eyes wide, fanning the air around her.

"Okay, okay!" I groaned and put the blunt back in the packaging, then into my bag, and tucked back into the compartment in my desk.

"Is that what your wearing?!" My sister screeched. I looked down at my outfit. Straight Outta Compton hoodie with champion sweatpants, old school vans and my hair into a curly ponytail.

"What's fucking wrong with it? It's not like im going out to impress someone." I shrugged feeling offended.

"ANGEL!!" My sister groaned loudly running her hands down the sides of her cheeks dramatically. "Don't tell me you already forgot?" She rolled her eyes and stared at me annoyed.

"What ?" I looked at her dumbly from where I was sitting.

"Your supposed to take me to the PRETTYMUCH concert today." She said dramatically, "SEE it even on your calendar!" She pointed and walked over to the calendar hung on my wall in a dark corner.

"You know I don't keep up with that shit fea," I spoke standing up, opening the window to air out the supposed smell.

"Besides I got shit to do." I told her straight up and walked down the hall to the kitchen hearing her footsteps trailing frustratingly close to me.

"Please please please take me Angel! I really want to go! It's the only day they play in LA for this tour and I don't want to miss it! And my friends aren't going but my internet friends are-"

"Then go with them." I bluntly told her while pouring ice into my cup from the fridge, not even bothered to look at her.

"NO- i mean, please don't let me go alone, it's my first time meeting them and I'm nervous and please don't cancel on me!" She begged.

"Looks like a you problem." I said chuckled playfully, pouring apple juice into my cup from the fridge and taking a sip.

"Angel!" She whined and pouted.

"Fine fine I'll go," I finally gave in, turning around and facing her while leaning against the counter with one leg crossed over the other, sipping my juice. "But you are buying me In-N-Out after!" I told her while trailing into my room leaving her behind.

"Okay Yes Thank Youuu!!!" She called after me and I heard her door slam, telling me that she ran into her room; also telling me that my mom might beat her ass for slamming the door.