The life of Ti

Happy B-day Timia

Timia POV

My birthday was two days away and nobody said nunin bout it. i don't even think Ma knows when my birthday is. today she said she taken me shopping. she doesn't like wardrobe. what's wrong with cargo shorts, T-shirt and some high top Adidas. I be rocking it like no other.

I was laying on Noah chest when she wake me up at like 6:30. that was to damn early for a Sunday. I took a shower and wore something from my perfectly awesome wardrobe. I got in the car and we headed off.

"Darling do u know who Jeremy Scott is?" that was Martha talking.
#weirdassmom
"No who is he"

She drove around the corner and I saw a big sign that said Jeremy Scott. "I know you team Adidas so u might as well wear the higher quality shoes."

I walked in and my mind was blowed. that's were some bad ass shoes I picked out five pairs. I must have forgotten my mom was rich. then we headed to this clothes place called 'Tom Boys only'
It was like everything I wear in one depermemt store but let me tell u this shit wasn't cheap. 65$ for some red, white and blue basketball shorts. luckily Ma gave me a shopping budget off 10,000$. I was shopping like a mutha fucka. we had bought so much clothes that she had to get another car to put them in, but hey, it was all good Ma is is a multimillionaire.

It was my birthday now and Ayania took me out for pizza. "so is yAll planing some type of surprise birthday party because I watch to much damn tv to fool me" I said "I don't know man. aint yo ma at work." She said.
"Yea it domt matter doe"

Noah hasn't talked to me all day I wonder wat he up to. I hope he aint out there smoking. where he get dat weed from. He need to stop wat if its fake or something plus it's illegal. he need to move to Cali if he gon be doing dat. then he gon spending all his money on that crap.

It's been a whole day and still nunin from Noah and birthday his almost over so I guess he aint getting nunin. mom said she taking me to holly hood but didn't want to go with out Noah. so she dragged me out there and how clique, I feel I'm on a Disney channel show or something.

I do much there but eat, drink sodas, and dance. I hella bored because Noah wasn't there. He gon get dat ass beat doe. I promise you dat.

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When I got home Ma was tipsy as hell. I got one of her myx and laid down.

I heard I knock on my window. I opened it. WOW! Noah finally arrived. I was mad and happy at the same time. he was out of breathe and shit "baby" he huffed and puffed "they're tryna come and get me" I helped him in. "who bae who" I shouted "trey"
"Who the hell is dat"