"Teddy, it time to go". Tedashii mom said with an horrible Haitian accent
"Ight mom, and u noe i get heated when u call me dat!", Tedashi said as he put his new Lebrons on.
"tf i put my wallet...kollan get man. Now im bouta go to da game sanè lajane".
"Hurry up petit...ohh!", his mom said impatiently while cusing out his step dad in creole.
"Im coming!" (These Haitians are neva patient. They always rush u, and neva understand da situation im in now. Hold up i left my wallet on da table.)
As tedashii walked to da kitchen he saw his mother, Haitian as ever wearing his faded Jordans shirt, a long green skirt and blue crocs. (Thank god she's dropping me off... i would been flamed if she went with me.)
" Okay mom, lets go."
His mom glanced at him. "Why u wearing those pantalons". Tedashii looked at his joggers. "Mezumi mwen wè tout ti moun nan l'ecole ou kap mette pantalon sa yo. Mwen wè bonne junky ki met pantalon sa yo. Ou vle tou ne yon junky ou mèm." His mom said.
"No mom, now let go before da game starts." Tedashii said so he wouldn't another lecture.
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Yall know me, da true Haitian king, if u like this chapter, like it, Chapter 2 on it way( it bouta be long) if u dont like it, i mean wat gud with yall. Feel free to comment on any part of dis book👌.
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