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@thekaylarenee_ | Illinois . 💰

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• The Next day , Sixflags .

I was at work , working at a booth that I ain't usually work at.

I was workin in the gift shop.

My attitude was through the roof , as I hadda put a fake front on.

I aint seen or spoken to Tyree since last night.

He don went and stormed out the house , all mad and shit.

I tried callin his phone all night because I was wanted to hear his voice. Make sure that my nigga was ok.

But he wasn't answerin or gettin back to me and it was going on 2 inna afternoon as I was barely on my first hour of my shift.

My body was sore as hell from fightin.

As people was entering the shop people whispered and eyed me as if they knew me.

I wasn't suprised though , that fight had gotten around quickly.

Jasmine made sure to continue to walk pass the gift shop and let out her ugly ass laughs.

We had been glarin at eachother since the second I got here. I definitely wasn't gon snap, I was at work.

Watts my boss, came strolling through the shop with a grin plastered on his face.

I assumed he was grinning that I was doing my job right and everything went where it was supposed to go.

I huffed on accident , irritated of his presence and he quickly looked at me.

fuck , just made his old ass come over to me.

"Angel , hmm it's looking great in here"

I nodded my head with a fake small smile on my face.

"Can you please see to my office for a quick chat? I'll be closing the gift shop as you make your way over there"

"Uh yeah sure", I said hesitantly.

I stepped from behind the counter as I made my way out the shop.

Everyone eyed me as I walked towards his office.

I was getting irritated over that dumbass fight , people was just starring as if they ain't neva seen no crazy shit happen in Chicago before.

I rolled my eyes tightly making my way to his office.

As I made it to Watts office , I sat down in a chair as he didn't make it yet.

He had folders and papers stacked on his usually cleared desk.

A red folder and some tan ones.

I sulcked down wating for him to pop up.

His office was dingy.

Brown Hardwood floors , and them circle scraped walls.

Them old ass walls, I said shaking my head.

Its ok y'all , I lived with them old ass walls lmaooo - author

Watts walked in coughin as I cringed tightly and sat up straight.