"Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped"
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Book inspired by all kinds of trap music.
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I slowly take a sip of my hot coffee, "I can't make no promises" I reply.
My mom has just told me my sister was upstairs with her boyfriend. She's been here for a while now and I still haven't seen her, no complaining on my behalf. She really wants to see you cariña" my mother say while refilling my cup of coffee. "Ma no she don't she just wants to come here and brag about how better her life is than mine and show off her mans". My mother gives me a disappointing look, "No te atrevas a decir esas cosas sobre hermana". I just roll my eyes and take out my phone, she quickly snatches it from me."Why do you and your sister do this? That's your hermana mayor you should look up to her and admire her not hate her" she adds.
"Mother that's what you don't get I don't hate her...ella es solo una perra estúpida, some times"
My mother laughs a little "and your the one to talk".
"Goodmorning mother" Londyn walks in wearing just a teal rob and some high heels, bitch is to comfortable.
My mother looks at me expecting me to speak first, Dub .
(mm below of Londyn)
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"Oh Cuban I didn't even notice you were here" she say taking in my presence,"How you been lil sis?". "I'm fine just getting ready to leave" I say standing.
Londyn began to laugh "So soon? Where are you running off to?...you have no novio".
If this bitch wasn't my sister I would've been shot her ass, "You don't know what I have because you haven't been here, so don't act like you do" I reply grabbing my bag.
"No Bebe don't leave, sit down" my mother pleads.
"No ma, I'm not gonna sit here an listen to her brag about how great she's doing up in the big apple when she left us"
"Oh please cut the shit Cuban I called you all the time when I moved away,you just didn't answer and it's not my fault you got kicked out of Columbia maybe if you wasn't so ghetto...you would-" I began to laugh cutting her off, she said ghetto. Me, ghetto?
"I don't have time for this, I have to go meet Micheal and his mom".
"Micheal ...."
"Micheal Osman" my mother say emphasizing his last name.
