°•°•Destiny Adrianna Harris°•°•
I wake up to my alarm on my phone going off like always. I pick up my phone to hit the red 'X' to cut it off. Another day is this hell hole I call a home. I do my normal morning routine shower and get dressed.
My name is Destiny Adrianna Harris as you can already see. I live in California. I lived in the hood all my life. I'm 17, asenior at McArthur High. I'm black, 5'7, and thick in all the right places. I have brown eyes, black hair, I live with my best friend, when my mom want to bitch and carry on. She claim I was stealing her money and trying to fuck her man. Like bitch no. If you stay off that shit you would know what happened to your money and what do I want with a crack head? Not a damn thing. My best friend name is Quentin Jamal Isaac. If you didn't know yes he is white. I do have feelings for him, but that's a story for another time.
Today I decided to wear something simple. A White V Neck T-shirt which I tucked into my Pink Tribal Print Skirt. I grabbed my Versace Chain- Trimmed Leather Sandals from the box and put them on. I didn't bother putting on an jewelry. Quentin had taken me to get my hair done yesterday so all I had to do was unwrap my hair. I unwrapped my hair letting my wand curls fall down my back.
Say you ain't got a man sure enough
I pull up in that Lamb' hold up
We both want it, we can't blame no one
And I ain't trying to play no one
But he can't make you famous like this
No, he don't got you fiending like this...
My phone started ringing. I already knew who it was.
"Yeah?" I said.
"That's how we answering phones now?" I rolled my eyes at his tone.
"Yup." I said popping the p.
"Man bring yo ass on for I fuck you up." Q hung up.
I rolled my eyes again. Shit his ass can wait always trying to rush people. I checked myself in the mirror once last time before grabbing my phone, house keys, and my White Versace Leather Gold Medallion Shoulder Bag.
When I walked out my room I seen my mother laid out on the floor, sprung out. I just shake my head.
Damn shame.
I step right over her and walk out the door. I quickly get in the car.
"Man what the fuck you got on bruh?" Here we go with this shit. Let me tell y'all Quentin can be how should I say this? Hmm bipolar, possessive, controlling, and then some. We always fighting or arguing about something. He be overreacting about the littlest thing ever.
"Can we just go now, shit?" I said getting irritated.
"Man it's taking everything for me not fuck you up right now." I just looked out the window as he drive down the street.
"We gotta stop by Bria's house." I didn't even bother to say anything because his ass know I don't like her! She always got something to say. Talking 'bout he love her. Bitch I should hit you with my pimp hand. He ain't gone never learn. I've always liked Quentin, but he too up Bria ass to see it.
We finally pull up to the hoe house. He gets out the car.
"I'll be right back." I nodded.
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