Ashlyn.
5:20.
10 minutes til I leave this place. I'm tired as fuck and I'm ready to leave from my job.
Well let's kill sometime. My name is Ashlyn Princess Smith. I'm a lawyer, and my family is very wealthy. But just because I wasn't raised on the streets don't mean I won't fuck a bitch up.
Anyway, I check my phone. Finally it's 5:30, I can get out the bitch. I grabbed my blazer, and switched my heels out for flats and left.
As soon as I got far enough, I yelled " See y'all niggas tomorrow." Sadly, that was the truth.
I pull up to my two story home. People usually expect my house to be so huge considering the clothes I wear, and my accessories.
I hate when people assume shit. Like I could be in the gas station on the corner of Pearly St. sucking for a buck, or hollering for a dollar; I mean, you never know.
So I unlock my door and smell my absolute favorite meal. Only three people know how people know how to cook it, and that's me, my Mommy, and my bestfriend. I know my mom ain't driving her ass all the way go ny house. So it must be... "BAAAAABBBBYYYYYYYY!!!" I yell to Nyra. I ran in to the kitchen to see my bestfriend bent over, putting the lasagna in the stove. "Hoe, if you don't turn that shit down!!" She yells back. When she finally stood up, I gave her the biggest hug while grabbing her ass. This my bitch right here. When been friends since we was knee high to a duck.
~*~*Author's Note~*~*
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