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fuck my life, my boss called me and guess what? i got fucking fired because apparently i mixed up my shifts and i was supposed to go in right after class but i never showed.
god i knew i should've double checked my schedule today but of fucking course i didn't. why? cause i'm an idiot.
he used that line that most people seem to use, you know, about how it's not my fault how i was raised and people should at least give me a chance before they assume i'm some sort of south side scum.
like most times i was a south side scum, i've stolen things, been in trouble with the law, i walk around with weapons on me, i make money by scamming or by dealing.
so sue me for thinking i could get away from my roots for awhile and just live a semi normal life, a life where i actually go to bank to cash my checks, a live where i didn't have to carry a gun wherever i went. just a live that i dreamed of having.
max had texted me right after with sad faces. i knew that we had a great connection so i invited him for frozen yogurt when he was free.
i was just walking down the street and i heard my phone ringing so i let out a sigh and put it up to my ear without looking at the caller ID.
"what?" i asked assuming it was my boss, well former boss now.
"damn, mel. you okay?" i heard kev asked over the phone.
