(Excuse my mistakes I'm sure there are some.)
Camille
"I don't need you, I don't need you, I don't need you, I don't need you, but I want you." I sang along with my phone. I listen to music 24/7 everyday. Music helps me escape and be free from all the bullshit. Wait. Why am I listening to this sad ass song?
I turned the song off and played Cut Her Off by K Camp.
So what you saying, hoe?
You Know I'm the man, hoe?
Nothing but a bird, I'm a leave you where you stand, hoe
Heard you got a man, hoe
Hope he understand, though
You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby I'm just saying, though
Saying, though
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It sang. I walked in my house and went straight to my room. I changed into some grey sweat pants and a red tank top. I then went back downstairs and got me some hot pockets out the freezer. This be the shit after school!
I texted Ciara as my hot pockets were cookin.
MillyBaby (Camille): Bae
BuggaBoo (Ciara): What?
MillyBaby: Come over. Nobody here.
BuggaBoo: Is you scared nigga? Lmao
MillyBaby: Nah, I just want you to come over. Any other time you just come over unannounced.
BuggaBoo: Lmao ight. I'll be over in 10
MillyBaby: Ight, gotchu babe.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
The microwave beeped and I got my stuff out.
"Ah, Shit!" Them hot pockets were hot as hell and I burned myself.
I put a bandaid on my finger and by that time Ciara was here.
"Hey." She walked in the door.
"Wassup bitchhh!" I yelled at her.
"Oh ight, nigga." She said with a laugh.
"What you wanna do?" I was bored and didn't know what to do.
"You wanna head out to the mall?" she suggested
"Yeah, let me change."
I went upstairs and put on some dark skinnies and my fitted red Miami Heat T-shirt with black letters, and I let my hair down which I straightened and but on a red and black Miami Heat cap. I threw on my red, black, and white Jordans, and went back downstairs. When I got down there, Ciara was texting and smiling down at her phone.
"Who you textin'?" She jumped and looked up.
"Oh, nobody." Mhmm.
"Come on now, tell me."
"This dude I met from Bridgeway, Jordan." She said.
Bridgeway? I know some people from there.
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