"I wonder do they know, how fast we had to grow. Our parents only children, bless our granny soul." I mumbled Rod Wave lyrics while unlocking the building doors where I sell my hair
Ion really sell hair out of here, it's more like they buy it offline and come pick it up
I yawned putting my Beats over my head after I went in and sat down, nobody ever here with me besides when they picking up some shit
"Oh shit." I said lowly remembering how I was posed to customize this person wig
I hopped up and went to the back and started by bleaching her wig first so I can get her desired color
After bleaching and dying, I cleaned it even though I did allat then I started on this cheetah print type thing on it
I felt like a lil artist in that bitch on how precise I had to be on the girl wig
I put it up to dry since it's better to air dry than blow dry, once it dried I bagged it up and put my logo sticker on along with the conformation code sticker and all the details of the wig
"Chile." I mumbled going back to where I was, I took my homework out my backpack and started doing it
"The hell? We ain't learn this." I huffed then went on Canvas to look at the video on the topic
"Hiii." I heard a voice say in a shy tone making my head dart up
"Heyy, can you tell me the details of the hair you ordered." I fake smiled getting up
"Um, it was a 40 inch 613 and I had you um tone too." She said and I nodded
"Can you show me yo confirmation number?" I asked after getting her wig
She showed me it and it matched so I gave her the wig, she said thank you and left
"Hmm." I hummed tapping my pen on my desk
I wasn't getting this shit more than likely because I was tired
"Bro." I mumbled and called my dad
"Can you help me?" I asked when he answered
"No, Ion got no money." He said
"Speaking of, I'm finna send you some shoes I want after you help me with this." I said
"The fuck? Lemme see." He said and I flipped the camera
He explained everything in a better way for me to understand then he hung up but I still texted him
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Humorin·fat·u·a·tion • /inˌfaCHəˈwāSH(ə)n/ a feeling of foolish or obsessively strong love for, admiration for, or interest in someone or something