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"Yerr Excuse me, I need my schedule." I spoke to the lady behind the desk. She looked at me and looked back to her computer.
Her ass tripping cause I know like hell she heard me.
"What's your name?" She came up to me pulling out a folder.
"TaMeisa Fox."
"Tamea right." She asked.
"Nah. (TA-MEE-SA) I sounded it out for her.
She put her finger up at me and walked in the back.
See I should've stayed my ass in Tremont.
Every since I meet Couture months ago through my dad I've been down here helping him with some business stuff. I begged him to let me moved down here with him instead of staying with my Auntie in New York.
He finally told me yes the other week when I went to the beach with everybody.
"Here ya go." The lady came back and handed me a schedule. "You can stay or come back tomorrow."
I took the schedule and nodded my head. "Can I get a tour today, and come back tomorrow. I asked.
She rolled her eyes and picked up a walkie talkie. "Tour guide to the main office." She repeated herself.
"Tour guide to the main office." She sat the walkie talkie down and pointed to some chairs.
I mugged her and sat down in the chair pulling my phone out going to iMessages.
