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10:11 AM
Aaliyah pov:
I have been living with Mr Thomas for a few days now and it's not so bad. He's a respectful person and he made sure that I eat and when I wanted someone to talk to he was there. He's like the father that I never had.
Mi deveen now weh mi dead beat fada deh.
Scrolling through Instagram stories and then I went on the schoolsmixuppage to see what drama has went down. Looking at the different drama then I stumbled on a specific text.
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Weh di fuck.
After I saw the message, I called Brittany immediately.
"Hello."
"Brittany weh di fuck wrong wid yuh??"
"A wah yaah talk bout?"
"Stop acting fucking dumb, why mi business deh pan mixup page a deveen wi school mixup page,"
"Fi real, a suh far it reach" she said and I hear shuffling in the background.
"Mi cyah believe seh mi tell yuh mi business and den yuh gone go tell oda people,"
"Aaliyah a one person alone mi tell and mi neva expect it fi reach suh far."
"Who yuh tell?"
"...Moya"
"Why di hell yuh gone go tell Moya mi business and yuh know seh fi har mouth deh pan fucking spring and shi cyah shut fi har mouth,"
Das why mi nuh like share mi problem ino.
"Who cyah hear muss feel" My subconscious said to me.
"Aaliyah I'm sorry mi neva should tell har yuh business," she pleaded.
