A Long Day

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End my day with a huge ass frown. I can't believe Coach Hill ass didn't know my name. Whoop - Te - Fucking - DO ! I honestly hate P.E anyways. What is climbing a rope gone teach me? Stripping ? Sure isn't gone teach me how to ride a bike. Ever since I tumbled and rolled off that itty bitty ass hill, I declared that bikes are NOT for Dede. But yea anyways , Coach Hill is a forgetful ass wipe . Not to mention that fine specimen of a nigga was in there watching my shameful moment. Pretty sure I made a complete ass out of my self. At least I have had some experience in the stripping area.
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Once I got home, no one was there. It seems as if every damn time it starts to pour down rain my parents want to magically disappear. But it's straight I'll just call Kari crazy ass to come over.
I'm in the middle of washing dishes when I hear a loud ass knock, that 3 seconds later turned into a full beat. Black folks I tell you ! " Who is it ? " I yelled out from the kitchen. " ITS A ME ", I swear Kari is a damn character. " Enter Bitch " I said as I opened the door. Kari and I was just playing the game when my phone started ringing off the leash. I figured it wasn't anybody important cause for one I dont know why I own a phone , two no body calls me other than my parents their siblings and crazy ass over there, and three AT&T can really just charge me 5 dollars cause I rarely use it.
Its been 5 minutes and my hotline was still damn blingin. I decided to answer. But they hung up when I said hello. It was some foreign ass number to me. Don't y'all hate that? When you decide to call back 3  damn seconds later , they don't answer? Like did you die?
  Oh shit they calling again ! Time for pretty voice , " Hello ? Who is this"

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