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05

this chapter is wayyy longer than the others so enjoy 🤭!
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The morning came as quickly as all the snacks I had bought disappeared. Everyone was still laying in their reserved spots tiredly scrolling through their phones.

"Ughhh, when is the party again?" Kaida says rubbing her head. "I think 10?" I look at Denise for confirmation, and she nods.

"Okay good so I can lay my ass back down." Kaida quickly rolls onto her side covering herself with the thick blankets.

"Real." Marshay agrees, preparing her covers to lie down.

"What time even is it?" I ask groggily tapping at my screen. "EIGHT IN THE MORNIN?"

"AW HELL NAWL!" Everyone shouts in unison. "Let's just go on back to sleep y'all, it aint even no point," Denise says.

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( 9:36 pm)
sometime before the party begins.

"Can you take my pic over here? I want the light to make it look like im glowin' forreal." Marshay says guiding Marion to the corner of the street.

We were currently outside everyone except me, taking pictures of their outfits to show off on their social media accounts. The party has a theme to which we all abide; the 2000s.

"Can somebody tell me why the fuck y'all got me outside, under a STREET LAMP...taking some bummy ass pictures?" Marion demanded, gliding his fingers across Marshay's camera to clean it, upon demand.

"Trynna catch talking mice...Uh duh, nigga! we goin to da party." Denise rolls her eyes already fed up. "Yeah, we flickin up!" Kaida adds.

"Lookin flickin fuckin stupid," Marion grumbles.

"Boy shut up, that's why you gotta ride around in that bubblegum beetle buggy." Denise points to the baby pink Volkswagen Beetle in our driveway that Marion rides around, a courteous act of delusion from Annalise.

"But you gotta get yo momma to drive you around." He sympathized, placing a hand on his chest.

"Fuck ass lil boy."

"Yo momma."

"Could you guys please tone it down? Ma kittens and ah are trynna catch a wink." Our neighbor, a white old cat lady huffed before scurrying back inside.

"Sorry Miss Crimford," I shout.

"Her and them ugly ass pussycats." Denise shakes her head, she hated cats. Ever since she awoke one morning and saw her childhood kitten completely ravaged on her porch. She's been traumatized and since then couldn't stand another.

"Ermm anyways, I wanna smoke before we go," Marshay says rocking on her feet.

"Gon'head, roll up."

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somewhere around 10.

Denise, Marshay, and Kaida all were on a high laying down around my bed while I scrolled through Instagram.

That's when I saw posts from the party.

the fucking party...

"Y'ALL DAMN GET UP, WE S'PPOSE TO BE AT THE DAMN PARTY!!!" I yell, jumping off the bed to grab my shoes.