Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

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Sage

"Ms. Wyatt, time to wake up"

"What time is it?"

"8:36"

"Camilla! Why'd you wake me up so l. . .oh yeah" I sighed. "My apologies"

She gave me a warm smile.

"Everything will work out, Miss Wyatt"

"It hardly seems that way. My parents are smothering me"

"It's out of love and concern for your well being. Excuse me, I'll be going now"

I sat up in my bed and hung my legs over, sighing.

I didn't want to go.

After I'd realized that I had been sitting there wayyy too long, I got up to go get a pair of jeans, my roshes, and a t-shirt.

I gave a weak smile when I realized that I wouldn't be wearing that.

I had to wear the private school uniform and the dress shoes.

I looked at the clock to see that I was late, but I was in no rush to get to that academy.

I went to my dresser and pulled out the two piece ensemble and a pair of stockings.

I glanced back at my art stuff before going to pack it all up.

You won't be needing it.

I put everything back on my bed, except for my sketch books and textbooks from when I previously went there.

They had placed me back in all my old classes so I'm sure that only a few things changed.

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"Hey, Genevieve"

"Oh my goodness, hey Sage! I've missed you so much, girl"

She missed me, but never bothered to text me back.

Okay.

"Yeah" I replied awkwardly.

"I thought you left us for something better" She giggled.

"I did, but I'm back now"

"Couldn't afford it?" She asked, making me raise my eyebrow.

My father made $15.8 million last year.

"That's my parents business. Besides, doesn't your father work for mine?"

If Keisha was here, she would have said something just as smart.

"My father would be better off on his own"

"Why don't you suggest that at their next meeting? Let's see how that works out"

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Bryson

"Aye, bruh. You wanna chill or something?"

"Chill?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.

"Yeah, brother to brother"

"Nigga, fuck you. Don't start talking to me now that Laura dipped on yo ass. Stay where the fuck you was at"

"What's your problem?"

"Why you do Sage like that? She ain't deserve that shit"

"Why are you worried about that? She won't mad about it, so why are you?"

"Because she don't get mad. You gone treat her any kinda way just because your lunatic told you too. Lil bitch"

"Bitch? Nigga, I might be a bitch, but you the one that like a rich hoe. In case you ain't know, you poor. She don't want a poor nigga with a bad ass attitude"

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