It's 448 am yet Allison remains wide awake, a million of things running through her mind yet the amount of marijuana she smoked today refused to let her think clearly. The 18 year old girl lays down flat on her back in a mustard yellow muscle tee, she shuts her eyes ; trying to push away her thoughts, trying to forget, trying to numb herself.
Allison recalled the good night she had just a few hours ago. There she was sitting on a wooden stool in Francis's room, Iris curled in a ball on the leather couch while the three boys were chilling on the bed. Everyone was pretty much in a daze. One of them was busy grinding some bud with the silver marijuana printed grinder before placing it in a king sized rolling paper while Alfred was coughing slightly after a toke from SkinnyJ (the name of the skinny glass bong). The massive brown dream catcher hanging on the wall fit the wooden bed perfectly, but it was the blinking green and red neon lights that kept on flickering every 2 seconds that caught Allison's attention. Both her eyes were fixed on the blank wall, staring at the neon lights, her foot was moving to the rhythm of the majestic music. She was in a daze.
For once, Allison stopped thinking.
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