Authors Note: TRIGGER WARNING !!!!! Please note that this story may contain touchy subjects having to do with mental heath . If you don't flow with that , please click out . Stay safe and take care loves </3 .
It was 8:47 pm on a Friday. Tears dripped and soaked the creamish colored paper Saint had been writing on for the past 30 minutes. It was only 3 days ago when she found out one of her homies overdosed up in LA.
As she was writing, her pen met a tear drop, eventually leading to her poem ripping. Frustrated, saint ripped the paper and crumpled it up.
She remembered how she'd come home after school everyday writing raps and listening to free beats off YouTube.
She remembered wanting to work at the ages of 9-14 just to support her family.
Saint was born and raised in San Diego, California. She grew up with a lot of gang violence and drugs. Her family would always stack up on instant noodles because that was the only thing they could really afford. Uncles, close family friends and cousins died because they were so caught up on drugs and 'gang culture'. This was saints normal. Death, drugs, and violence. Another death is just like another day.
Saint glances over her phone realizing her best friend was calling. She quickly picked up.
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"YOOOO POSI!!!!", Saint said loudly. "HEY BES FRANN", Posi screamed.
Saint and Posi have been best friends since 7th grade. They'd now be just graduating high school which means Saints annual Birthday Party would be coming up.
(p) "sooo , have you started planning your party?"
(s)"nahh fuck outa here with that bs. ion associate myself with them high school bitches anymore. Ion need people snakin on me"
(p)"how you gonna say that when everyone's all getting hyped up on their twitter n shit"
(s)"posi, i don't know. i don't feel too well in my head right now. it's like my own damn brain cells are against me"
(p)"okay okay . you don't have to do a party but at least leak some of you music gurl."
(s)"maybe." (p) "nah not maybe" (s)"huh??" (p) "i copped you a new microphone and and key board" (s) "gurl bye" (p)"ight bet" Posi hung up jokingly leaving saint speechless at the fact her broke ass friend bought her broke ass something to make her have the potential not to be a broke ass. Saint felt special and wanted to thank Posi but was too lazy to call her.
bsf🤪💝
yo if ur fr w/ me , youd pull up and help me set that shit up.
bsf🤪💝 alr get ready gal pal ofn💀🤚lolz
okay guys uhm i'm supa bad but ill be constantly updating this story considering that i'm on summer break . love yaaaa 💔💔💔💔💔
