𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬

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Teal Johnson | Cheno
Walton Ave & W 38th St. Los Angeles, CA.

"Nigga stop fucking playing and help me look for my wallet." I fussed with JJ but he just kept shooting me with his Nerf gun.

"...And put some pants on." I was tired of seeing him in these drawls.

"Pooh Pooh?" He put his gun down.

"What?"

"Is you part Chinese? Cus you could have stayed where you was, ion need you bringing that Corona shit in my house."

"I'm not Chinese , I'm Cambodian." My dad wasn't even fully Cambodian , he's half black.

"Oh I was finna say."

"Was finna say what?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" He banged on his chest.

How could I be related to this kid?

"Help me look for my wallet please." I pouted before sitting on the floor.

"Ooh Pooh Pooh this my shit, record me."

"Now the bitch suck dick til the day done, OUUU PETER PIPER!" He jumped around dancing.

After I finished recording for him I went to Stoneys contact.

"Wassup." Kill answered the phone.

"Mr.Six Owe can you please hand the phone to your girl?"

"She sleep. What you need?"

"I need to know if I left my wallet in her car. Can you go check?"

"Nigga you back in LA?" He asked surprised.

"Yes."

"Why? Yo ass was jumping off the walls when you left."

"It just didn't feel like home."

"How long you been here? I feel betrayed that I ain't seen you."

"This only my third day out here bro."

"Oh but I'm in this hot ass car and ion see shit cuh."

"Check again please."

"I closed the door and I'm walking back in the house."

"I feel like you didn't even go outside."

"You damn right. Love you , bye." He rushed me off the phone.

"I don't have no fucking money man what the fuck." I threw a mini tantrum on the floor.

"How much money was in there?" JJ asked.

"Two hunnid cash and all my debit cards plus my my ID."

"Dumb ass."

"Shut up. Tell Ky to make us some food."