"You keep calling me, what you want?" I answered the phone for my momma
"You so damn disrespectfu-" She started but I cut her off
"BITCH, I'm not finna argue wit you. Tell me what you want or get the fuck off my phone." I mugged the phone pearling my blunt
"Look, I need $50 on the light bill." She said, that was the joke of the day
"Girl, I'm not finna give you Plan B money. Use a flashlight." I said then hung up, I lit my blunt then enhaled and exhaled
It might seem like Ima disrespectful kid assum but I'm really not, ever since I was lil she would talk to me and treat me any type of way. She treated me like I was her opp so I started reciprocating that energy and we started arguing almost every day
We stopped arguing when she finally put me out because we fought, I beat her ass obviously and she sent me to Tampa to live wit my daddy from Jacksonville
She sent me here when I was 17 turning 18 but I moved out my dad house at 18, I love everything about it here
Fuck that hoe
I looked down at my rolling tray seeing I used the last of my weed but I also I didn't give a fuck because Ion smoke everyday
"All the pretty girls love 42." I huffed singing Rylo while grabbing my phone, I took my card out my purse and called the number on the back
When they finally got me off hold, I was able to check my balance
"You have... 17 thousand, 40 dollars, and 85 cents." The operating machine told me and I hung up
I started contemplating on either, buying shit or not. All that money in my account is money from me making clothes and selling them, but my spending money is my brother or my daddy's
Me and my sister, Romani, be running all in they pockets
Romani is ten months older than me but none of us have the same mom because my daddy like to fuck
My phone started ringing from a FaceTime from this boy, Mario, I answered
"Hey dea." I blew smoke out my mouth