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Sighing, I got in the car with Mitchell with an attitude.
Today is Thursday, the day before I leave for California. A bitch is not ready for it. I've had a whole attitude since yesterday.
I just don't wanna move.
I'm deadass thinking 'bout runnin' away.
Me, and Mitchell was invited to Kentrell house for dinner, since today would be my last day with everyone.
I really didn't wanna go. I just wanted to be with Mitchell, at his house, watching Netflix movies and eating chicken.
When we pulled up, it was a different house, an a different address. We were at a big ass mansion. I got out the car and stomped to Kentrell door.
"Kind." Mitchell said, while snatching me up. "I want you to fix yo' stank ass attitude before we go inside these folks house. Don't be actin' mean an ghetto either, we'on know these people fa'real." He told me.
I rolled my eyes, and nodded.
He let me go, and knocked onna door.
A couple minutes later the door was opened by Ben.
"Baeeee!" He dragged out, hugging me.
Mitchell mugged him, and pushed him offa me, while pulling me close.
Ben looked at him. "Oh I see." He smirked, while looking at us up and down. "If she yo shawty, den say det. I'll back off." He put his hands inna air.
I smacked my lips, and pushed past him.
As soon as I entered, I was in complete awe.
Outta alla the years I lived, I never seen a big ass house like this before.
It was nice as fuck.
"Damn." Mitchell, and I said in sync.
Kentrell came from around the corner, and hugged me.
"Wassup." He said, dapping Mitch up.
I glanced around. "You living good. Never would've thought you were the suburban type, witcho nasty ass attitude, and them ghetto ass pot-holes in yo head." I said, making Mitch mug me.
"What I say."
"I'm sorry, it slipped out. Sheesh." I shrugged, walking away an into the kitchen.
"Ouu, dis nice." I said.
"Mhm," mitch agreed.
"Y'all ain't neva' seen shit like this before?" Baby joe asked, while smacking on some pop tarts.
We shook our head.
"Broke ass mufuckas." Boomer mumbled, but I heard him.
I felt Mitch grab my hand, an gave me a look that told me not to say nun.
