Heey,
So suddently everything got real. Let me back it up.
I was walking into the kitchen to make myself something to eat while next episode of Pinocchio was loading. It was about eleven pm I think... and I walk pass our shared bathroom from where I could hear someone playing with lighter switcher desperatrly trying to get it ignite. However I wasnt sure about it, it was just asuption i told myself and walk past into the kitchen. I make chicken soup and boiled veggies with sause to put on top. I walk back into my room amd the smell of weed hits me in my face like shovel full of sh*t. Im like what do I do now? obviously its against the rules -Thats not a question. But do I want to be telling?On the other hand can I survive it? All these thoughts run into me and I decide not to tell, because im big girl and big girls dont.But I went against my better judgment. The fire alarm rang and our whole building got evacuated. When the police got envolved I was about to shit myself. They knew clearly what went down but refuse to point fingers. Everyone got back to their flats with their words ringing in ears - Next time they wont be so lucky.
I was indeed shoockethto my core,does that imply we get into trouble or does that imply the darker possibility- murder?
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