Chapter 22

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It was finally Saturday. I'm exhausted after the amazing party I had yesterday. I rolled out of bed and walked downstairs hoping there would be a plate of food waiting for me. Sike. My mom was at work and I have to watch my little sister. 1 year older and not a damn thing has changed. 

I walk to the living room plopping down on my couch, turning on the TV. Nothing good is on anyways so I turned it off. I honestly have no life. I pull out my phone texting Johnson.

To Johnson: yo neighbor come over, I'm on babysitting duties and I'm in a serious mood for some rap battles

From Johnson: your on Stell but you know your gonna lose ;)

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"I totally won shut up" I laugh throwing the pillow at Jack. "You messed up the first word" he laughed holding his stomach. I crossed my arms and fake pouted but it quickly faded as a smile overcame my face.

"Sam's really lucky" he smiled as we caught our breath. I scooted down the couch next to him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.

"Aww thanks Johnson, but I'm the lucky one" I laugh.

"Hey it's getting late, I have basketball practice tomorrow morning. I'll text you later Mags" he says standing up. I walk with him to the door before giving him one last hug.





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