AW...Shayla Starts Tripping Over NOTHING😭

The Neck Lump Panic”

The air in the forest was warm—hot, but weirdly relaxing—the kind of heat that makes your skin tingle. Shayla exhaled slowly, watching the smoke drift upward through the trees. “Be hot,” she said, “but it be like relaxing at the same time.”

Her friend Anthony laughed. “What did you even get? Is it from Cali? A Cali strand?”

Shayla shook her head. “No… not that they as nice.” She tried to sound chill, but her voice wobbled just a little. Anthony noticed immediately.

“You all right?”

“Yeah. No. I’m good,” she claimed. But her eyes kept darting around the trees like she was seeing the woods for the first time. “Is this what y’all be doing? Just out here… in the forest… in the forest doing this? This is crazy.”

Delicia giggled. “Girl, relax. That’s the whole point.”

But Shayla wasn’t relaxing. Something felt off. Something felt weird. She rolled her shoulders, lifted her chin, and frowned. “I don’t know… something about smoking just… I feel like my neck is heavy. Is that normal? I thought this was supposed to make you feel light.”

Anthony raised a brow. “It shouldn’t do that. It’s probably just the beginning of your ride.”

But Shayla wasn’t convinced. She lifted her hand to her neck, slowly touching the side like she was discovering a new part of her body. Then she froze. “Wait. Hold on. I feel… I feel a lump. I feel a lump in my neck.”

“No, you don’t,” Anthony said immediately.

“Yes I do! Feel it.” She grabbed his hand and shoved it against her neck.

“Shayla—”

“FEEL IT.”

Anthony sighed and touched lightly where she pointed. “I don’t feel anything.”

Delicia tried. “Girl, that’s nothing. We all got a little bump right there.”

But Shayla wasn’t letting it go. “No. No, no, no. You feel that. I KNOW you feel that.”

Anthony exhaled. “Okay, maybe… maybe a tiny little something.”

Shayla gasped. “OH MY GOD. It’s cancer, isn’t it? Oh my God, I knew it.”

“No!” they both said at once, but it was too late—she was spiraling.

“I got a lump in my neck,” Shayla said, pacing in frantic little circles. “This is serious. Y’all laughing but I’m serious. Take me to the hospital. Right now. WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?”

Delicia was doubled over. “Girl… it’s a lymph node. It’s NORMAL. You're tripping.”

But Shayla was beyond comfort. “No, you said you felt something! Drive me to the hospital. I don’t care if it’s ten minutes, ten hours, DRIVE!”

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shayla… breathe. Just breathe.”

“No! I’m not enjoying this. I’m not enjoying ANY of this!”

“Take her to the hospital,” Delicia said between laughs. “You said she had a lump, so take her!”

“I didn’t say she had a lump!” Anthony shouted. “I just didn’t wanna lie to her!”

The forest echoed with laughter, panic, and chaos—Shayla clutching her neck like a tragic movie character while her friends tried to calm her down.

And through the madness, one thing became clear:
Shayla was absolutely, undeniably, dramatically tripping.