Ever since my mom didn’t allow me to go to Fleek Fest alone, I’ve been rebelling against her. If she’s gonna be strict, I have no other options than to break the rules.

I sat in my girlfriend’s car, a joint between my fingers and the windows partially rolled down, the school parking lot empty since 2:30pm.

"I swear to god she’s so annoying, I’m about to run away from that old hag.."

I rambled on, the weed making me act talkative and hyper.