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《 ᴋᴇɴᴢɪᴇ . 》
"kenzie, wake up." i woke up to kim shaking me. i sighed.
"i'm up." i said, and yawned.
"kenzie, it's two in the afternoon." she said and sighed. "i'm hungry."
"i'll take you out to eat." i said. "what you want?" i asked.
"popeyes." she said.
of course. i thought. that was her favorite place to eat at.
"hold on." i said. "let me get dressed." i continued. she nodded her head, and walked out of the room.
i got out of my bed, and walked to my closet. i put on a white tank top and burgundy adidas shorts. i slipped on my red velvet 11s.
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i walked to my mirror and put my hair in a bun, and laid my edges down. (in mm)
i walked out of my room, and into the living room. kim was sitting on the couch. she saw me, and got up. we walked to my car.
i got into the driver's seat, while she got into the passengers seat. i drove off. she connected her phone to the bluetooth, and played "handle it" by annmarie.
"kim, don't get me started." i said, and laughed.
"this gone be funny." she mumbled, and pulled out her phone.
i gripped the steering wheel tight, fighting my urge to just sing my fuckin' heart out. my favorite to the song came on, and that's where i about lost my shit.
"if i done to you all the things you done to me, tell me would you stick around, boy if you were me? you couldn't handle it , boy i guarantee. so tell me why the fuck do you expect that shit from me? if i pulled a you on you, what would you do?"
