Illegal Vibez

Chapter 1

✨Taylor✨

Whats good? Im Taylor 13 yearsold have small boobs a chubby stomach and a big butt I am also a society outcast I do what I want because im tired of listening to everyone feeding me bullshit lies when you do shit for yourself you tend to mentally feel good about it and thats how I live my mother doesnt really aprove of my "Lifestyle" she thinks that I HAVE to be a younger version of her because thats what she wants.....

I aint with that shit

So I am a 1 of A kind version of myself my father died a year ago while in jail he had aids  & was overall a drug dealer

But this isnt really time to get into that so lets continue from where I am right now
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"Taylor!!"

"Taylor!"

"Yes Mam!?" I yelled back at my mother through my locked door

"Come clean up this damn kitchen!"

I groaned and slid out of bed putting my red basketball shorts on and white T-shirt I walked over to my mirror & put my long hair into a messy bun and jogged down stairs to the kitchen I rolled my eyes as I watched my mother sit at the table

She does shit like this she just sits there and critisizes everything I do from talking to walking she just doesnt stop✋ I grab all of the dishes and sit them in the sink thrn quickly sweep up the floor while giving the dishes time to soak as soon as I was done I started scrubbing the dishes and sitting thrm on the rack for my sister to dry speaking of her

"Where Ny at?" I asked

"She stayed the night with one of her friends" My mother said back

"Oh cool"I say

"Speaking of her friend you have to go with her to one of her friends little 4th of July party"

"Why do I have to go?" I asked whinning

"Because I dont like that little girl shes a whore" She says getting upset

"Okay....... So why do I need to exist at this lame "little" party then?" I ask again

"Your going so get over it!" She yells

"Fine I dont know why your yelling though"

I dry my hands off and jog upstairs before I hear the threat

Sighing I plug up my phone full of music to my Beats speaker system and listen to "Next One" By Bahja Rodriguez I then walk into my bathroom and turn on shower stripping down out of my clothes I do my hygiene thang and walk back into my room with a towel wrapped around my body

I walk into my closet & grab my light blue True Religion ripped long jeans & all black Hurache's with my black T-shirt that has a colorful painting of Tupac on it I put on my studs and white gold chain my white gold chain bracelet and brush my long black hair down

I stand in the mirror admiring my curves discuraging my belly and taking picks for Instagram I post 1 with the caption "Why be a King When you can be a God" earning likes & comments I grab my house key some money out of my mattress and turn off my speakers and lights slid my HTC in my pocket then headed out
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Taylor in the mm