Gardina Verena Holton is the late Deshuan Dupree Holton sister, who has had a long list of problems starting when she got pregnant at 17 to a man who later got arrested, all the way to losing her only brother, to being completely hooked on drugs and...
I woke up to the sound of a knocking on my door and I realized it must've either been Marshall or that Doctor woman who was always poking me with needles and constantly checking my blood pressure, while annoyingly asking me to fill a cup of urine to which i'd say "I didn't have to pee." to which she'd respond, "Drink some Gatorade." To which i'd sigh drink the Gatorade while wishing this whole process would be over and done.
I sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed my eyes and stifling a yawn, "Come in!" I said pretty loudly.
The door opened and I saw that it was Marshall all dressed up looking like he was about to head out some where.
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"You look good, where you headed out too?" I smirked.
"Flattery ain't getting you no where, you still doing them push ups, and drinking that health shake I made for you down stairs." He said flatly.
I frowned.
There was no getting through to this man.
"Well where you going?" I sighed, not really caring at this point.
"Snoop Dogg's party-"
"Ooh can I come!" I enthused, not having gone to a party since way before I went to prison. Plus it was a Snoop Dogg Party, that party was fin to be lit!
He shot me a look that read.
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"Guess that's a no..?" I groaned.
"Gardina, you haven't even been sober a week, there's no way i'm letting you into a party that has more drugs than a drug ring." He explained.
"Kim, my ex wife who I think you remember is coming over to help watch you while i'm gone, be nice to her if she has any problems out of you she'll call me and that's more exercise, jogging, push ups, and a long stay in the closet to think about your actions." He continued crossing his arms like one of them strict parents who were both lawyers and hell bent on their kid being the same.
"Are you serious?" I exclaimed eyeing him peculiarly.
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