"How!?" I screamed out, exaggerating the o to show how annoyed I was. "We have to go." Shuri says, looking around Riri's garage looking for an escape route. "Obviously!" I exclaimed. I'm panicking, this shit is not real. "Oh my god. All this work for nothing." Riri says, gathering some papers she had on a bulletin board, burning them. "They're just FBI agents, we can get through them." Okoye said as she made her way to a cloth-covered vehicle. "And we're just black." I replied with wide eyes. They're going to get us. I should've stayed my black ass in the dorm.
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LOOK AT THE PICTURE ON TOP ITS ME !
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On some real y'all, this all I ever wrote. I can't do this authoring shit. I'm a senior in high school, so if I even have free time I wouldn't come back to finish writing this.
I wanna be able to gossip and talk to boys like your average teenager.
I basically just came back to tell y'all, fuck this book Fr. I'm glad y'all enjoyed those half ass chapters I wrote, I took inspiration from my favorite author up here @chingyonce. So if you want a good story to read I recommend her page.
Anyways bye my beautiful black people. And happy black history month
(Ps: This is eyanas fault. Also PLEATH, for the life of god don't go texting her it's weird)
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RomanceIt may have been old, but not forgotten. Requited love, something you'd expect in a movie but in reality...your reality? Never.
