Chapter 7: The Problem⁰⁰⁷

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Dezeray ig note: "Who ear dirty? Nothing on Dezeray Hilton is motherfucking dirty bitch"



ᗪᗴᘔᗴᖇᗩY ᕼIᒪTOᑎ
SUGARHILL D̶E̶Z̶| 17
September ninth, 2007
"I fight ova what's mine" -#Main (2)

ᗪᗴᘔᗴᖇᗩY ᕼIᒪTOᑎSUGARHILL D̶E̶Z̶| 17September ninth, 2007"I fight ova what's mine" -#Main (2)

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February 6th, Tuesday
Sugarhill High School





Yesterday Dezeray has gotten an email saying she didn't get the job from low qualification, so now she was searching for another position giving a good amount of money for a teen her age

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Yesterday Dezeray has gotten an email saying she didn't get the job from low qualification, so now she was searching for another position giving a good amount of money for a teen her age. "Ms.Hilton please put your phone away!" Their English teacher Mrs.Peggy said slapping her hand on the desk, "why this bitch so mad?" Dezeray thought.

The dark skinned girl slipped her iPhone 12 into her pocket rolling her eyes at the angry teacher, she started talking again not gaining the attention of the class at all. Soon the door opened revealing Notti and Ddot walking into the classroom.

Notti had his shoulder length hair tied up in a bun showcasing his neat hairline he had gotten trimmed not to long ago, the look on him made Dezeray smile to herself but quickly hid it. Ddot had his hair straightened with a black Nike hat resting on top of his head, Notti immediately spotted Dezeray sitting in the back looking lonely and irritated.

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