santana princess May 29th friday, 3:30pm lo: the airport, ATL
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"you was supposed to be here at 3, i told you my flight landed at 3:20," i yelled at my younger brother, sean. "i was doin something," he mumbles just getting in the car. "man whatever, hurry yo ass up," i roll my eyes checking my phone percentage and seeing it was on 37%.
i told sean be here at 3 incase my flight came early, i was in my hometown for the summer since my mom and dad went on a summer cruise. college was out and i had no where else i wanted to be other than home.
sean moved out here to live with out aunt may, my dads sister when he was 16. he hated new york so he wanted to come back to ATL and after years of begging they finally gave in.
i hadn't seen my brother since spring break and we are close so that didn't sit right with me. any opportunity i have to be around my brother, imma take it.
i sit on the chair in starbucks before ordering a breakfast biscuit and a cold drink. i look at the time again, im tired of being here.
i brought my own apartment before coming out here, i didn't wanna live with my Aunt May. she tries to act so strict with the girls but boys can do whatever they want, and im grown now.
i'm not gonna let anybody dictate my life.
"finally," i hear sean behind me, "why you didn't call my phone? i could've told you where i was," i look at him like he slow. "man shut up, and hurry yo ass up," he says walking away.
ain't even try to grab nothing.
"don't rush me bitch," i bump him and he acts all dramatic falling into the chairs making hella noise while everyone looks at us. "owwwwww," he whines hella loud, im finna walk away this is embarrassing.
"get yo ass up," i mumble walking away, too many people looking finna cuss everybody out. he buss out laughing while im speed walking away, he know i hate when everybody looking at me. makes me wanna square up with everybody, him included.
i reach his car and he helps me load my bags in before hopping in the front seat while i get in the passenger seat. when he starts the car, russian cream starts blaring through the speakers.
Step up on the scene Diamonds bling, these hoes scream Checkerboard Louis V I'm so fresh and so clean clean Stuff them bands in my jeans Slap them thirties in them things Pull the trigger, let it sing Then go smoke a Russian Cream
I got money blue and green Drop them racks on double G's Yeah, I'ma Gucci fiend Feel like Tarzan, all these trees I get so high I can't breathe Like LeBron, bitch I'm a king But I never leave my heat Yeah, what the fuck you mean Hop in and hear the exhaust Hit the gas, watch me get lost
