January 15 - The Beginning

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     I sat on the couch with my blanket pulled up to my chin watching Love & Hip Hop laughing at Brooke "Crazy" Valentine. Man I was so caught up in the show I didn't even hear my sister walk in.

     "Is this all ya fat ass do" Alysia semi-yelled startling me. I looked over and just rolled my eyes. Ever since I was laid off from my recent job I've been enjoying my time doing nothing. Alysia just couldn't get over the fact that I had saved enough money to be unemployed and comfortable. She a ole hatin ass bitch. I looked over at her and laughed, "Sia why you gotta come home with the shit everyday, live life bitch!" I chuckled and went back to minding my own business.

     Sia and I have a two year age difference which makes her 21, she used to be my best friend but now she just irritates my soul. How can you be so beautiful and so ugly at the same time. If you need classes,  just call her.

     Her only issue with me was that I pulled niggas that she swore was checking for her. She claims "Big bitches not in style" lol boy if only she knew. Nah, she really hated me about some shit I have to tell yall later on...be patient!

      In the middle of my relaxation Sia takes a phone call, like bitch RUDE! 🙄

Sias Phone Convo
"Bitch I heard Rashaad was fucking with this lil bitch from the East" she laughed out loud side eyeing me. "Yea real fucking bougie" she yelled. "Man Shaad don't want her big ass for real" she laughed getting up from the couch making sure I was watching her.

     Oh I forgot to mention,  which may be kind of confusing but I am in a relationship with that Rashaad nigga Sia is talking about. Remember this is the beginning of my story. Bare with me.

      I grab my phone pissed off that I have to keep on hearing this shit, like why can't he just keep shit real with me. I unlock my phone and hit him with a text like shits all cool....give me a minute though.

ME: Rashaad 💟

Shaad❣💍👑: Sup?

     Tf? Did this mans just sup me? I scratch my head and lay my phone back down. I am not this nigga homeboy he will not hit me with the.....-buzz buzz- "oh I thought so mf" I semi-yelled rolling my eyes.

Shaad❣💍👑: Damn, Hey bae. Whats up?

ME: Wya? We need a face to face like yesterday.

Shaad❣👑: What I do now?

ME: Location, NOW!

Shaad❣💍👑: Lol damn man. Im at G crib.

       I took a deep breath and chuckled.  Like I must look like the bitch to fuck over. I'm sick of the shit man. Making my way down the hall I hear Sia is still on the phone but ignore her. I know she's always the root of my drama.

      Once I make it to my room I start looking for something comfortable to wear just in case I gotta beat Shaad's ass. Im all in for catching a case. 🤦🏾‍♀️ I literally threw on some tights and a shirt.

      Of course I had to snap a picture for the Gram, and I captioned it "You bitches scared to catch a case, but me IMA STEP HOE" I even tagged Rashaad's name

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      Of course I had to snap a picture for the Gram, and I captioned it "You bitches scared to catch a case, but me IMA STEP HOE" I even tagged Rashaad's name.

        Im sitting on the edge of the bed lacing my shoes up when my best bitch Kay calls me. I start laughing and before I could even say hello I hear her loud ass yelling "WHATS TEA BITCH?"  I'm cracking up at this point because when I say I step my bitch step 10× harder. We stay war ready!

       "Kay, bitch! Sia ass has done it again  man. She comes in the house with the shits as always then one of them ratchet hoe ass friends calls and she spills the fact that Shaad fucking a hoe from the East like bitch....why me?" I can feel myself getting angry so I start to pace my floor.

    "Hello? Helloooooo? Kay you there?" I hear heavy breathing and shit rattling all over the  place "Bitch wait for me, im pulling up" was all I heard before I heard a horn honking outside. Im so tickled.. Tonights going to be a good night.

      I grab everything and run towards the door. Here goes nothing.

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