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Five.

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📍Miami, Florida📍
🗓️ April 8th
Syamir Zyri ♉️
Age 21

dis shit not gone work.

we needa leave asap.

i just woke up and i'm sat down on the toilet, looking down at the blood on ma underwear.

ain't no way. not now.

it's too early ta be starting ma period.

i look at the door before placing my hands over ma face.

im stressing.

how do i even go about dis?

ion even got any extra clothes.

well fuck it, these niggas gone have ta find out.

i huff, going to wipe the best i can.

placing sum tissue down before lifting my boxers back up.

there not them nigga boxers by the way. i wear the women ones.

they just more comfortable.

i pull up my pants and wash my hands.

i creek the door open slightly, spotting the two on the couch talking.

and yes i indeed slept on dat bed, again.

fuck they thought i was.

"uh...i gotta problem." i said making their heads turn.

"what?" Zay looks at me.

i mug him.

ion like him, fuck ass nigga.

he be rude fa no reason.

i turn to Amari because i would feel a lot more comfortable telling him for some reason.

even though Zay gonna end up knowing anyway.

"what's wrong? c'mere." Amari motions his hand towards him.

i shake ma head, "no, you come ta me."

he looks confused but gets up anyway.