Syx
Atlanta
Saturday, October 8th
"I bet that nigga love it when that pussy squirt back," Jilly sang, while she brushed her teeth.
"See this that shit I be talking about. I told yo ass to be ready!" I scolded. She do this everyday!
"Girl be calm. All I gotta do is get dressed."
"And that's the problem. Yo ass be having a hard time picking out a damn sock."
This bitch goes through like 10 outfits, just to throw on sweats or pajamas.
"You're exaggerating, I always pick black socks." She snickered.
"Bye get off my phone. I'll call you when I pull up." I said, hanging up before she had the chance to say anything.
I exited my call log and swiped over to the message app. I scrolled down my recent texts and clicked on the groupchat thread.
Dopey ass made a group chat last night.
Niggers🤘🏽
i hope y'all niggas ready😒
i'm finna pull up in about 10 mins
Que😡: you gon pull up when we tell u to pull up
Dopey🍃: fax
Jake🐡: tell ha ass twin
Jillssss🫦🫶🏽: *silently nods*
keep thinking that
maybe you'll convince hope🤗
Que😡: convince deez nuts
Que😡: uglahh girl
Jake🐡: 😂😂
Dopey🍃: noooo
Jillssss🫦🫶🏽: LMAOOO
y'all childish asf
i hope y'all know that
Them niggas think they funny. It ain't gon be funny when I pull up honking.
I walked over to my mirror to check my appearance.
My fit was pretty plain today. I'm wearing a tight black shirt, black and white flannel, baggy blue jeans, and my black tasman uggs.
I love black. Black and green are my favorite colors. I don't really wear a lot of green though, only because I can't dress.
"You don't think you need to be leaving the house?" My mom asked, stepping into my doorway.
"Uht uhn, you must got a man coming over."
That's the only time she be rushing me.
"Girl get out my business and go to school." She says, walking to her room. Flip flops floppin, per usual.
Ima cut them shits up.
"My apologies, miss girl." I said, throwing my bookbag over my shoulder.
I grabbed my keys and my phone, making my way out of the house.
