See what the hecks downstairs
Instantly you smell smoke, not normal smoke, its weed, and though
you’ve never been an avid smoker you can recognize it instantly.
Someone downstairs doing it. You see a group of people, leisurely
smoking it like cigarettes though, and realize there almost so used to
it there immune, okayyyyyy. Now you wonder why you live here.
Suddenly you start recognizing things. You see your friend Senya,
she’s older then you, but you guess you hang out with older teens.
She smiles at you, but looks a little dazed out. Then she looks as
though she’s suddenly remembered something. Her mouth opens to speak;
“Oh, guess what, guess who’s outside, guess who came back guess guess
guess?”
You get to finish her sentence, remember you have most of the power.
You decide to finally check out what’s up downstairs. You leisurely
open your door. You realize by the number on your door, that you’re
in a communal home. You live with a bunch of other people. You see
the steps and start to pound your way down them.
