Chapter 1...

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*buzzz buzzz buzzz* "Ughhhh" I groaned hitting the top of my alarm clock...I layed in bed for about five minutes before I texted Kiana good morning, my mom banged on my door it was normal on a school day "Bre'jae sweetie its time to get ready for school" she yelled, With that being said I rambled through my closet looking for something to wear , since it was my first day of being a senior..* that's my best friend , that's my best friend* my phone ranged knowing it was kiana I answered "good morning bitchhhh" she yelled through the phone.. "Good morning boo , let's wear our matching outfits we bought at the mall last week" I demanded (pictures of the outfit above) " Okay don't forget to wear the flower in your hair as well and pick me up" she agreed "Okay love , see ya later muahhh" I hunged up. As I was finishing drying myself after the shower I threw on my clothes and fixed my hair up..I grabbed my holster bag and ranned downstairs to say my goodbyes to my parents. As I got into my 2015 dodge charger my song came on ... I blasted , body by drezzy and pulled out of my drive way to head to kiana..."your body on my body baby.......love the way you grind on me" I sanged as I was pulling up to kiana house *beep beep ... Beep beep* I hated picking her up she took forever to come out... As she quickly walked towards my car and got in ... I drove off in flash , cause I didn't want to be late on my first day.."Boo hopefully we get some classes together" kiana hoped "We'll have at least one bae" I assumed. Parking my car in the student parking and got our things and walked in the school with all eyes on us....we walked to the paper that tells us what homeroom we got.. Luckily the bell runged cause I was eager to see my schedule ... Kiana and I had the same homeroom , we walked in told the teacher our last name and read our schedule...kiana and I had no classes together..."Girl that's fucked up" Kiana yelled "calm down boo dang" I said mad calmly *Ding ding ding* the bell rung and we went our separate ways.

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