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Chapter 3: class

Meg

I was stiff as a brick. Sitting on the edge of my bed with my arms folded and my head down listening to my mother yell at me, my father who's barely ever here standing at the door talking about how disrespectful I am and my sisters laughing and recording probably to post it and send it around at school. They don't really got no friends like that. The only way they got friends is by gossiping and talking shit about people, no wonder half the bitches at school wants to fight them.

"And you know what upsets me the most? Is the fact that you don't care you JUST DONT FUCKING CARE you have a B in every class right now and I guess it explains why because you've been running around with your little friends and those boys that you hang with!"

"Acting like they're your brothers you're a WHORE!" My step father yelled. I was immune to everything. Clearly I knew I liked pussy so I continued to ignore them. Normally just sitting in my bed silently with my head low until they finish talking was enough for them. They like to hear them self talk. Expecially my father. Because my mother ran his shit. Ever since she cheated on him he's bat shittt scared she's going to leave him and take all of his money and the house.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you" my mother yelled. I glanced up at her and.

"Give me your phone-

"Mane what?!" I said annoyed.

"You heard what your mother said give her your phone right now. And youre saying in here for two weeks because I don't know who the fuck you think you are to think you can ever desrespect us like this. Let this be the last you pull some shit like this or you're getting kicked out because you not to kid a kid no more"

I slipped my phone from my pocket as I heard laughters and giggles out in the hallway and I walked over placing my phone onto the table before sitting walking back over to my bed. My mother gave me a smirking look before the they both headed out the door closing it behind them. I say the silence staring off into space before slowly giggling. Then my laughter because more and more and more and more

I dropped over on the bed holding my stomach squeezing my eyes shut and wheezing as I sat up walking over to my closet and in my old shoe box I pulled out my back up iPhone 8 I had sitting there for years that I saved and buy pulling it out and placing my pairing my busted beats onto it.

Me: Gang gangggggg

Beth: guys you wouldn't believe WHAT JUST HAPPENED I JUST GOT CHASED BY A CRACKHEAD! Omg the crackheads around the city getting badddd at this point betches can't even go get some hot chips from the corner store!

Joey: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Beth; why are you laughing it's not funny!!! He kept screaming at me.

Joey:😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 that's what you get I told you to leave them damn hot chips alone" I started laughing placing my hands over my mouth.

Beth: Joey you're so mean like fr. I'm really gonna block you because you're so mean and take everything for a joke.

Mac: not our fault you can't leave hot chips alone besides it's 1 am what you doing on the road over a bag of hot chips you feening.

Me: a girl wants hot chips when she wants it stop yall bugging out. Beth I'm glad you okay.

Mac: what was he screaming?

Beth: COME HERE BITCH BITCH I SAID COME HERE! Come here!!!!

Chris:😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 yooooo lmaooooooo