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THE NEXT DAY, rolled around like clockwork making Sheyaa instantly catch an attitude. Especially when his alarm went off at the time he had it set on. He was so ready to be done with school, even tho he was barely there.
Sometimes he just didn't feel like being present in the building and gave himself his own well needed deserved breaks. Everybody had to take one at times.
He huffs shoving his foot inside his air jordan twelves, colored black and blue. The newest shoe to be released and Sheyaa just had to have them, as he does with every other release.
"Sick of this shit." The man utters lifting his leg up and placing it onto his nightstand so he could make sure his laces were tied to his liking. "Everyday, it's the same shit. I should've still been sellin' crack, on god."
"I mean that jhit!" Jamell yells as he walks past his door crunching down on a piece of bacon. "I would've been rich as hell by na',!"
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