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Janelle turns over as she hears her ringtone singing in her ears

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Janelle turns over as she hears her ringtone singing in her ears. She reached under her bed, waving her hand around to find her phone. She lifts her head up as she begins searching her queen bed for her phone.

Finally after a about eight rings and finds her phone at the foot of her bed

"The fuck.." she whispered to herself while rubbing her eye attempting to clear her vision. She finally got a good look at the caller ID

𝐂𝐡𝐲💕🫂

She used her thumb to swipe right, and answer the call.

"Hello?" She said in a low sleepy tone

"BITCH! I been calling you for hourrrssss. Do you know what day it is hoe?!" Chyanne screamed through the phone

Chyanne and Janelle have been best friends since birth. Their mothers were best friends in High School, and were apart of a girl group together. So because of that, the teens have been inseparable since babies.

"Girl..I just woke up. Like deadass..it's giving morning breath, eye crust, bonnet still on" Nana softly spoke to the very hyper girl on the phone

"Okay I don't care about that. The fuck. Anyways girl get the FUCK up! It's the first day of schooollll bitchhhh" Janelle pulled the phone away from her ears to protect her ear drums from Chy's squealing

"I knowww girlll but I need five more minutes. I only got like..two hours a sleep? Just thinking about it is making my eyes burnnnn" She whined referring to her hair appointment that went all the way till 2 in the morning

"Well shit. Beauty is pain baby. Anyhoe imma call you when I'm on my way, k?"

"Okay.." Janelle said before pressing the red button to end the call

She pulled her fluffy comforter off of her bare legs and rolled out of bed, connecting her feet to the cold floor

𝕍𝕀𝕊𝕌𝔸𝕃𝕊 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝔼ℝ ℝ𝕆𝕆𝕄 𝔸ℕ𝔻 ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼

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