My life has always been boring. Not good, not bad, just boring. It's almost like God was at the end of shift and he said, ''Fuck it'' and just put me together.
''Dee!'' My mom called from downstairs.''Yes?'' I yelled back. She didn't answer. That means she wanted me to come downstairs. Why can't she just say what she wants? ( My mom does this all the time.) When I got downstairs, she had a stern look on her face. ''Oh shit'', I said.
''Dee, you know you start your new school tomorrow. Right?'' I instantly remembered.''Ugh, all them musty ass kids close to me'', I said out loud. ''Dee. watch your language.'' she scolded me. ''I don't want any trouble this year either, you understand me''? '' Yes I said dryly. I walk back upstairs and grab my bar book.and plugged my head phones in, and began listening to some Joey Badass. Next thing you know, I was asleep.
A/N: Hey yall... yall like this? I promise the chapters gon be longer and not this shitty. Anyway, go read anxiety by goldtranada. Remember to vote and comment!
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