December

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Kayla, Ray and I took a plane back to D.C and returned to our apartment near Howard.

Since mid terms is coming I decided to pick my studies up in journalism since Creative writing was a play ground for me except the times I had no idea. For my exam I write a short story telling my utopia. Journalism was a whole nother story.

I sat in Ray Room typing my project. While he played music on his vinyl getting high. I looked at him while he blew smoke into the air.

"What? You want some?" He asked me

"No I'm gonna try to stay sober til new years eve." I said

"I guess" he shrugged

"What you guessing for?"  I replied

"You blowing my shit." He snapped

"And" I snapped

"Mhm" he hummed

It was quite with the only sound was the vinyl and my keyboard

"So you just felt like getting high or something." I asked breaking the silence

"Yeah. Something" He answered

"The something is." I asked

"I just want to forget. Relax." He said.

I continued to write my mini story. I really need to cut back on the weed this month and keep working and studies on my list. Till I pass with my high c or b.

For a few hour I wrote my paper from 4 to 8. While Ray slept through his vinyl plays. I saved my work and went back to my apartment Kayla wasn't home. So I ordered a pizza hut small peperoni and banana peper pizza and hot wings. Eating my dinner and took a shower. Ending my night with watching the movie The Breakfast Club.

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