Bad.

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June 16, 2013. Saturday Afternoon 2:45p.m.

Enfinity POV.

"I will never be a B.W... a basic woman."

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I jogged down the long staircase heading towards the kitchen to fix me some food to munch on. I bumped into Kendall on the way in and ruffled his hair while he growled at me.

"GUUUURL you gon mess up these fresh waves"

"Lil nigga you cant even get waves at the beach"

He mugged me. "Funny"

I chuckled and walked in.When I opened the fridge I instantly got furious. Wasn't shit in there... what.the.ACTUAL.fuck.

"We ain't got no food" I turned and Ms. B was sitting at the table reading the paper.

1. Who still reads the paper

2. I didn't think she could read..

3. No shit. I think i figured that out

"What kinda black people aint got no food"

"I ain't gon take no damn racists ass comments from you!"

"...what."

"Don't back talk either! Ion know what you thought this was."

This bitch...

"You better walk yo ass to McDonalds"

I tried to stay calm, for now. "Where is it"

"Do i look like a map? This ain't Dora. You better find that shit"

"Alright hoe" I snatched her purse and took her raggedy ann doll looking ass wallet.

"BITCH. GIVE ME MY DAMN WALLET. I'LL BEAT YO FUCKING ASS. I CAN'T WAIT TIL YOU 18 AND YO ASS IS GONE."

"Kay den betch." I flipped my hair and walked out the door like the bad bitch I am.

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??? POV.

"I hate bein sober."

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I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I'm starting to get bags under my eyes. Damn.

I ran my hand through my curly black hair and turned the shower on. I stripped down to nothing and hopped in.

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30 minutes later and im dressed in my white trues, black nike jacket and black nike slip ons.

Leaving out my room I walked downstairs giving my ma a hug and saying a wassup to my older brother

"Aye bro watchu got up for today"

"Imma just chill. Aint nun to do"

"Some new kids moved into that house around the corner. I heard they using it as a foster home. It's kids your ages I believe" My mom said jumping into our convo.

"Ma we're not kids. Im 20 now"

"Oh but Marcell, we'll always be mamas kids" I teased my brother, smirking.

"Shut up Davion" He mugged me. "You just mad you're still an actual kid"

"Nigga im 18"

"Watch your language in my house boy!"

"Sorry ma" I chuckled.

I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"TURN ON THE LIGHTS. IM LOOKING FOR FOOOOODD" I sung