I played with two of my loose braids as I sat on the corner of my bed, looking at the lit joint I had placed on my lap as I bit my lip. I had the music blasting in my room, and my door was locked so I knew I'd have no interruptions and I could smoke and do whatever I wanted to do.
I let go of my braids and went for my joint, bringing it to my lips. The sun was just setting, I didn't bother with my homework and I was relaxing in my expensive lingerie.
I looked over my shoulder, spotting one of my phones as I took it in my hands, the joint in between my lips as my hands fumbled with the phone. Intoxicated, and heavily drugged, I found it hard to find the contact I was looking for.
I shook my head and exited the contact list before I locked my phone. I looked at the song playing on the
