"mang, this the ghetto Walmart too bruh." I say as we walk down the isles n shit to get what momma sent us to get. then, i saw someone who i really didn't want to see at the time- no, at ALL...
~~recap over~~
"aaaahhhhh shit..." I say quietly so chicken won't hear me. "aye y/n," he says and slaps my arm. "ow- bitch. what?" I say rubbing my arm where he slapped me at. "that bitch with the stiff ass ponytail and bruises on her face looking at chu weird." he says side-eyeing her. "that's the bitch I had to beat up at school today." I say signaling for him to just keep walking." "you got into a fight?!? oooooh I'm tellin momma." he says walking to the self-checkout thing. "it's more like I jumped her by myself. " I say scanning some of the items that we picked up.
"Y/N L/N" i hear from across the store. i groan and turn around to see that bitch with the STIFF ass ponytail. "don't use my fuckin government name. watchu want bruh?" I say looking at her approaching me like a fucking Roblox character. "oh, you brought your boyfriend so he can protect you this time?" she says looking up at chicken. (this nigga tall as. like, 6'7) "I'm sorry my what?" I say "are you fucking deaf?" she says putting her hand on her hip and getting all in my face. this bitch was yelling in my mf face. "the audacity. that whack ass outfit you got on.."
(this was momo's fit)
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"first of all, covid." I say backing up. "second of all, ya breath hot as hell." I say grabbing the attention of some people around us. "third of all..." I say gathering all my petty ass nerves.
"Boi hell nah..i GOTTA ROAST YO ASS. " I say doing the four-finger thing and pointing at her. "WHAT ARE THOSE SHOES!? WHERE DID YOU GET THEM USED ASS FAKE ASS FILAS FROM?!? LIKE BITCH, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? A..ARE THOES RIPPED JEANS?!? BITCH ITS 54 DEGREES OUT HERE. AND WHERE IN THE HELL IS YOUR COAT AT?! THIS BITCH IS CRAZYYYYYYYYYY. THE AUDACITY TO HAVE THAT FAKE ASS BOOTLEG ASS KNOCKOFF ASS I-PHONE. BUT I STILL CANT GET OVER THEM SHOES. WHO THE HELL DID YOU ROB FOR THEM FAKE ASS NIKES?!? DO US ALL A FAVOR, GIVE THEM JEANS BACK TO THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL, GIVE THEM SHOES BACK TO THE HOMELESS MAN YOU STOLE THEM FROM, AND FIND THE BROKE MF YOU BOUGH THAT FAKE ASS PHONE FROM, AND SLAP THE HELL OUTTA DEM. ITS NOT EVEN A PHONE, ITS JUST THE CASE. YO ASS GOT SCAMMED SCAMMED." I finished and took a deep breath. " lord, forgive me, I did what needed to be done." I say and walk outta the store with chicken.
~timeskip to when yall got home because nothin important happened~
I was in my room, chillin' and eating my skittles that i stole from keigo, when my mom called me. "Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" i hear her call. "ah shit. i done fucked up now." i think and run downstairs. "yes?" i say standing in the kitchen where she was. "why this school calling my damn phone?" "if they called you, wouldn't you know?" she sighs "just don't fight people at school no more." she says and gets back to cooking.
"HUH?!?" keigo says from the couch. "NAHHHH THROW THE TABEL AT HER LIKE YOU USED TO DO ME!" he says pointing at me. "boy ain't no one throw no damn table at you." she says stirring a pot of something. i head up the stairs to my room and close the door. about 30 minutes later keigo comes into my room.
"y/n." keigo says calmy "what chu want bruh." I say looking up from my phone. "I know you stole my skittles. you will be re-embracing me for that $2.99." he says coldly, shutting my door and going somewhere.
"where did he even go?.." I thought out loud to myself. "probably to go get more skittles or sum." someone says from inside my room. "OH SHIT-"
OKAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CUT. PERFECT PEOPLE. CLIFFHANGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I'm sorry. that's a lie, no I'm not. anywayyyyyyyyyy. who do yall think is in yall's room? maybe dabi? mmmmayeb a childhood friend?? mmmmmmmmmmaaaayyyyyybbbbeeeeeee a friend form UA? we might never knowwwww. jk find out in the next chapter. sorry this one was kinda short btw. remember to vote or whatevah.
