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[indent][indent]Smoking weed was Keisha Carter's source of relaxation and temporary happiness. In her mind, she believed that getting high would take all of her fears and problems away — and it did... for a brief moment, at least. For those few short hours, Keisha's perfectly pearled joint would ease all of her worries, cure her heartache, and comfort her when she was feeling lonely. It became her peace of mind. Nowadays she spent more time getting high than anything; whether she was at work, in class, or simply chilling in her bedroom, she always had a joint tucked away [i]somewhere[/i], ready to be put to good use.

The only problem Keisha had with getting high was when it all started to wear off. It was then that she would be able to think clearly again. Reality would start to set back in, and the euphoric feeling she once felt would slowly start to slip away. Keisha woke up at around eight o'clock that morning, and despite having cotton-mouth from smoking the night before, she was stone-cold sober. [color=#D86401]"Wake and fucking bake,"[/color] she muttered under her breath as she lazily swiped her arm to the left, her hand searching the nightstand. Her eyes remained shut thanks to the blinding sunrays that beamed light through her window, but she found what she was looking for with ease. And without even moving from her spot on the bed, Keisha lit the end of her joint and took a hit. It was only after she heard footsteps outside of her bedroom door that she came to her senses, opened her eyes, and scrambled to hide the rest of her stash. 

[color=brown][i]"Keisha Nicole Carter. I know damn well you're not smoking that [i]stuff[/i] in my house again,"[/i][/color] her mother's shrill voice suddenly said as her door began to be pushed open. [color=brown]"And don't even try to lie. I was your age once upon a time, and I [i]know[/i] what it smells like."[/color]

Keisha couldn't help but roll her eyes as her mother's figure appeared in the doorframe. And as the woman came in and began to pull open her curtains, she couldn't help but let out a loud groan. [color=#D86401]"I guess knocking before entering isn't a thing anymore,"[/color] the young woman said sarcastically as she grabbed one of her pillows and plopped it over her face. 

[color=brown]"Not in my house it isn't."[/color]

[color=#D86401]"Aren't you supposed to be at work right now? Tending to your plants or... something?"[/color]

[color=brown]"I took today off, thank you very much,"[/color] the woman said matter-of-factly as she began to pick up a few random articles of clothing that had been carelessly tossed around the room by her daughter. [color=brown]"I figured I'd take a few flowers from the shop and go visit Ty this morning... maybe sit and have a little chat with him. Catch him up on everything that's been going on recently."[/color]

[color=#D86401]"It's not like he can actually hear you,"[/color] Keisha responded bluntly, her voice muffled thanks to the pillow. The silence that followed, however, instantly made her regret what she said. She removed the pillow to see that her mother was still absently tidying up her messy room, but the somber expression on her face said it all. [color=#D86401]"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that,"[/color] She said in an attempt to backtrack, but they both knew that she was lying through her teeth.

[color=brown]"It's alright,"[/color] Keisha's mother said, forcing a smile as she took one last glance around. [color=brown]"Anyway, you're more than welcome to come if you'd like. You haven't been to visit since... well, since the funeral. It'd be nice."[/color] And as soon as those words had left her mother's mouth, Keisha let out another groan and rolled over on her side, facing her wall. 

There was so much that she wanted to say in that very moment... so much about how she sometimes still pretended that Ty was alive and just away on a trip or something. Or about how she dreamed that he had just left a few days ago and was only a phone call or quick bus ride away, and that visiting his gravesite would do nothing but force her to face reality. But instead, just like every other time her mother attempted to drag her along, she simply said: [color=#D86401]"A cemetery? No thanks. Place gives me the creeps."[/color] And just like each other time, her mother shot her a sad, knowing look before leaving her to her own devices. Within the next couple of minutes, Keisha heard the front door open and close, and that was when she knew she was in the clear.

Soon after, Keisha was smoking again, but this time in the seat next to her window. She'd even decided to put her record player to use while she did so. She stared out into the front yard as she took a hit, her eyes following the mailman as he tossed a couple of envelopes into their mailbox. But before she could even [i]think[/i] about going to check if she'd received another one of Charlie's journal entries, her high had finally started to settle in. She didn't want anything to blow it.[/indent][/indent][/color]