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↛ Houston, Texas ↚
December 18th, 2021
Omniscient
"Where the fuck Sanai at, I told this bitch she needs to be here by 2." Mir looked at his phone reading the time, 3:15.
"Watch that bitch word, say that shit again I'll slap the fuck outta you," Aaliyah told him, "Y'all niggas love calling females a bitch."
"Man Aaliyah yeen gon' to shit."
Don placed his hand on Aaliyah's thigh, keeping her from getting up, "Y'all chill out."
Treyvon leaned on the porch rail, rolling his blunt and watching the Uhaul that was across the street. "Mr. Jenkins moving or somethin'?"
Don shook his head, "Nah, heard he was got married, think she movin' in."
"His kids' movin' in," Bria says, walking out of the house and standing next to Treyvon.
"Kids? I ain't never knew his ass had kids." Treyvon passed the blunt to Bria to finish rolling.
Don stood up watching a car pull up in front of the house, "Shit, I forgot he had kids. Y'all don't remember that lil' girl who used to have them big ass braids in her head. Used to hang out wit' Tia and Sanai."
"The bitch who got her ass beat by Bria?"
Bria smacked her lips, "All these bitches I done fought, shit ain't helpful"
Sanai got out of the car, looking at the Uhaul before walking up the walkway towards to house. "Where Mr.Jenkins goin'?"
"Nowhere, his kids movin' in," Mir responded.
"Brooklyn? I haven't seen her in forever, I be keepin' up with her on Instagram though," she looked at Don who was blocking her from going in the house, "Nigga move."
"Yeen gon' say excuse me?"
"Scuse me, now move." Sanai repeats.
"Yo' ass a whole hour late, now you think you runnin' shit." Mir smacks his lips lookin' at her.
She points her finger at him, "Don't start wit' me Lionel."
He rolled his eyes, ignoring her. A'mir hated being called by his government name.
