"Siahhh wake uppp" I awoke from my good ass dream smelling a whiff of shit, oh hell no
"That's ya breath T? You need to handle that my boy" he has to have a rotten tooth because his breath should not be smelling like that.
"No that's not me, Myra did the number 2 on herself" now... I didn't expect him to say that. Getting up and walking to her room, I heard faint cries. awwww
"Youn gotta cry tink, it's ok, go head to the bathroom and start a bath"
"I'm sorry, I had a bad dream somebody was tryna kill me" damn, that dream scared the shit out of her... literally
"Why y'all apologize so much? It's not that serious, shit happens just don't let thatshit happen again" I stifled my laughter, bruh it's not the time.
"Good one" Tory laughed and dapped me up, that's my homie fr.
"It's not funny you guys" she stormed off to the bathroom, maneee.
"Dawggggg, go get ya self ready for school T. Aye, what's 25-16?"
"Uhhh... 9?" I smiled, I feel so proud, we worked on math problems and stuff yesterday, he's a smart kid fr.
"Yessuhhhh, good job gangsta" he high-fived me and walked out the room. Looking at the bed, I snatched the sheets off, these jawns going in the trash... it just smells like nothing but shit, she gotta get that together.
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"Nigga act right, put ya foot up right there" I directed Tory as I took his picture. 'Gucci Gucci' by Lil Durk played from my other phone, you can't have a photoshoot without music.
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"Aight that's it, your turn Myra" she sat on the curb and started posing
"Yesss give the gurls model, America's next top who?" I gassed as she smiled at the camera
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