Oakridge Stillwell📍
St. Andrew
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Natalia Campbell. 17
"Come outta the car," I look over at him and roll my eyes.
Bredda really carry mhi come a him yaad. This bad, mhi nuh wah be labeled as the girl weh lef school and guh look fhi man.
Jah jah
"Natalia?"
"What's the issue?" I ask.
"Come outta the car n-"
"Come carry mhi home nuh Armanii," I cut him off.
He hiss his teeth getting out of the car. Walking around to my side to open the door.
Issa mad man this enuh.
The hot air from outside washes my face and I groan. Taking my bag, he pulls me out of the car.
"Suppose yuh mek mhi drop," I shout grabbing my bag.
He said nothing, closing the car door he walks up to the house and I followed behind.
As you should-
Shut it.
Opening the door he walks in leaving it open so I can enter.
Then in ya nice eeh.
This likkle hall alone a my bedroom.
Too extra.
But the house nice for real.
Modern lifestyle.
Following behind him I found myself in the living room.
"Suh yuh nah talk?" I ask.
No answer.
"Sir come carry mhi home n-"
"Shut up nuh, fhi a pretty girl yav too much fhi seh," he frustratedly cuts me off.
Mhi shame.
Jesus.
If a one thing mhi hate, it's definitely when someone shouts at me. Wonda if him know mhi we bawl.
