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Imani Gaulden | 15
Los Angeles, CA
1:28 PM

"DADDD!" I yelled walking downstairs waiting for him to answer

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"DADDD!" I yelled walking downstairs waiting for him to answer.

"..."

"..."

"Kentrell were u at!?" I asked running to the backyard.

"What Imani?" He asked inhaling the smoke from his backwood.

"Look at this," I told him shoving my phone in his face. It was a picture of a dog.

"Fuck am I looking at? This dog is uglier than a bitch" He laughed while mugging my phone. 

"No...anyways I wanted to show u, I want it for my birthday. Oh, and can we go to target?" I asked leaning on his shoulder.

"You tryna go looking like that?" He laughed making me frown.

"Sooo is that a no?"

"No. It's a hell no," He said closing his eyes.

"Yea ok..you gon' be real mad when you see me pull off in the Maybach," I said making him peek open one eye.

"Say, Imani, try it if you want to" He chuckled closing his eyes back.

"Wait what did u say? "I just pulled up in that black Maybach u can't see in" I laughed walking into the house.

"Kacey take me to target" I barged into his room seeing him and yungin playing Fortnite.

"No," He said not even taking his eyes off the screen.

"Keep playing I'll knock this whole ps5 down," I told him before stomping to my room.

"Fuck them ian wanna go to target anyways," I said laying on my bed.

I'm lying I wanted to go, Fr

"Ay say... you tryna go or na? Cause I'll take you," Yungin said shrugging.

"You for real or you for fake?" I asked putting on my fur slides.

"I'm forreal mane" He sucked his teeth.

"Ight Ight," I said walking behind him out of my room.

We walked out of the house to an all-black Mercedes Benz GLE that had led lights inside of the color green and the car smelt like a black ice air freshener.

"Damn this all u right hea!?" I asked looking around.

"Mane I'm yungin. Niggas can't even play on my top," he said putting one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his lap.

"What u keep calling yo self youngin fa?" I scrunched up my face.

"It's my rapping name...damn youn like it or sum?" He mugged me before swerving in a line.

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