August.
"I told ya, I grind for all my shit! " I semi-yelled.
"August I just want you to find a new job! " She begged.
"Really?, ya think I can find a real job in Nawlins'? " I asked ha'.
She shrugged and waved me off. I swea' I'm so over ha'! She always has these temper tantrums. That was my girlfriend Miracle, I want to dump ha' sorry ass. Talkin' bout' I need to find a real job, she not even from Nawlins'! Damn.
I sighed and climbed up the stairs of our house.
I turned on my phone and I got a text from my homie Breezy.
Me: Breezy wassuop?
Sent at 9:45 p.m.Breezy: You selling today?
Sent at 9:50 p.m.Me: Nigga! Of course what kind of question is that?!
Sent at 10:00 p.m.Breezy: Alr, can you tell boss I ain't gone be there tonight?
Sent at 10:05 p.m.Me: I got cha.
Sent at 10:10 p.m.Breezy: Thank you bruh.
Sent at 10:15 p.m.Me: Ya welcome.
Sent at 10:20.I got up and went to take me shower befo' I went to "work".
**
Miracle.
I was sitting on the couch and all of a sud-.BANG! BANG! BANG!
I got and answered the door.
It was the police.
"Does August Anthony Alsina live in this residence? " A officer asked.
"Yes, why? " I questioned.
The officers let their selves in.
They began to search the house and I let them. I hope August ass get caught butch ass nigga!
"Are you aware that their were deadly weapons and drugs in the house? " The officer asked.
I began to act stupid.
"No..no I was not aware. " I said dumbfounded.
The officers went upstairs and I followed them.
August was in the shower.
When he came out the shower, he was surprised.
"Get dressed, if you try to run away that's your luck, cops are waiting for you to try to escape from theses windows. " An officer said.
*
He got dressed and they cuffed him.
"August your under arrest for having illegal drugs and deadly weapons in your house. "
I began to fake cry.
"Omg! no! "
He looked at me with a mean mug on his face and like he wanted to choke me.
He was almost out the house when he liked back at me, mean mugging me, I smirked!
He is finally out of my life!
He need to go to jail anyways, my job is done.
**
August.
Bitch ass hoe would do that. She disrespectful. I got something for her ass anyways.
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Grindin' -August Alsina-
FanficGot ta' make a living at the age of 22. I'm bout' my bidness. I grind for all my shit. Slangin' papers with ambition. Grindin'!