mute.

ELEVEN

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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i closed my locker, humming the tune of some song i forgot the name of.

"jahseh!" i heard some nigga call my name, i know damn well it's not stoke.

i turn my head, suddenly being pushed against the locker by neck.

i looked up to see omar, his face red as fuck.

he looked like a tomato.

i gripped his hands, gasping for air.

this nigga tryna kill me in the hallyway or sum?

"you think it's fucking cute to ignore gazzy!? my baby's been depressed for weeks!" he growled, gripping my neck harder.

bitch💀. do i give a fuck?

i swung my legs, trying to pry his hands off my neck.

my eyes became heavy, and scratched his face.

bro he really tryin' to kill me.

"yo ass betta' talk to him. or ima' beat your ass." he threatened, dropping me to
the ground.

he really think i'm fucking scared of his dog faceass? wit his elf ears tf?

ion need a strap, i'll let my blade hit.

and gazzy out here acting like a bitch, crying out to his fuck buddy to come get me. like noo sir.

i coughed rapidly, rubbing my neck.

"j-jah?" i turn my head, narrowing my eyes.

gazzy must've planned this shit.

where my knife?

"h-

i grabbed my books and stomped dowm the hallway.

his fuck buddy just almost choked me death, and he think we about to be buddie-buddie again.

is it crack, is it crack that you smoke?

"jah! wait! please! i'm sorry!" gazzy cried, walking after me.

"JA-

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" i screamed, aiming my books at gazzy.

i think one of them motherfuckers hit him in his eye.

he stared at me; a shocked expression written across his face.

i turned back around, and kept walking.

his ass was crying like a big ass baby.

why his ass crying?

probably got herpes or sum shit.

i stomped into the bathroom, looking into the mirror.

that fat bitch made my neck red.

"hey ja- what the fuck happened to your neck?"

oop.

- self promo: go gass me up on instagram, please i'm desperate😕

@golden._.dess