Dajah | bonita 66th & Crenshaw , Los Angeles , California ______________꧁꧂______________
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"don't wear that under yo fuccin cap n gown" I looked at Raynisha as she squinted her eyes.
"Who gon see it?"
"Bitch that ain't the point the shit ghetto— they said no extra skin showin" Amil sized her makin me laugh.
"Well technically if she got the gown on the whole time they ain't gon trip— you know Dorsey teachers ignorant anyways" Jodie added in makin Raynisha clap.
"Girl-" I was cut all the way off hearing my window slide up and watched J2 and Jae climb in.
This shit here..
"Damn nigga move yo big ass- oh wassup sis" he smiled and sat on my bed as we looked at him dumbfounded.
"Take yo asses back to the jects wit that ghetto shit" Jodie turned her nose up.
"Who- never mind" Mil looked back at her phone unfazed. Raynisha shook her head and went back to puttin her lashes on.
"Criminals.." I stank faced them as they looked at all of us like nun happened. "I ain't did that inna coo minute." Jae put his hands on his knees catchin his breath.
"No bitch you just big now— why y'all not ready?" J2 turned his nose up.
"Did y'all really just flock my window.."
"And what the fucc is you wearin" he pointed at Raynisha making her roll her eyes. "damn do I look like a hoe or something like?"
"Yea."
"a lil bit"
"well bitch I said you did"
"yea baby you do."
she turned her face up as i start laughing way to hard
"I mean you wearin it now so" I shrugged.
"Y'all ain't shit and bonita you ain't either— fuck all y'all!" She snatched her phone and walked out my room.
I heard her talkin to my granny makin me shake my head. My granny swear all these ghetto, low maintenance, janky, bastards her kids.
