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"...And you asking me why we broke up is none of your business, Therefore don't ask me shit about my status. Thanks." I smile.

Hailey was being fucking nosey. I wasn't in the mood to deal with white bitches or niggas today, period. 

My 'boyfriend' had the audacity to ask me for nudes. All in all, he told me he has herpes. Nasty cracker.
(Lmfaooooo, I was done writing this part. I'm rlly racist ashidddd towards whites. Sorry not fucking sorry.)
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"All I'm really askin' fo' is you..." The music blasted through my headphones as I read "Long Lost" on wattpad. (Go read my roddy book hannnn)

"He cheated on her-That's what the fuck she gets for messing around with that skank ass cracker, hell?" My mom and dad argued.

My dad never liked my 'boyfriend'. Fuck you put me in an all-white school for then? I'm at the age where we start dating.

"I LIKE GIRL-"I quickly answer the phone.

"Hello?" I say.

"GIRLAAAAA, We mos' def' going to that party. Pop gon' be dere'!" Kenya loud ass yelled into the phone.

Recently she started dating Pop aka the nigga I bumped into at the store.

"I don't know about all of that. You know how Khalil died.." I drag off.

He died 9 months ago.

"Starr.., this whole emotional shit with you is done. I'm tired of you being like this and letting them stuck up white bitches control you. You're going or I will personally drag you by them dusty ass braids. Thank you very much, next!" she hung up.

Fuck you too then pop ass broad.

I hop out of bed placing my phone on the charger. I was going to wear a simple white tee and some black biker shorts. My all-black high top 11s were going to be worn on my feet.

I already know how this party is going to go.

1. Kenya is going to find Pop getting a lap dance by some down bad hoe.

2. Me and her gon' jump the bitch.

No matter what, I will always have Kenya's back through any fight. It's a family thing.

The horn beeped meaning Iesha was here to pick me up. I told my mom I was taking a long walk and would be home by 3 am top.

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"Aye, this shit jamming on the dead folks!" Kenya hyped.

"What dead folks?" I ask.

"I- Never fucking mind." she shakes her head.

"Thee fukking ghetto." I mumbled.

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"Fuck it up Starr!!" The crowd hyped.

See, I don't even know what brought me to this part. I'm not even the type to twerk, but I was for sure shaking thee hell out of these damn biker shorts.

I hope my little ass was shaking, because...

I stood up tired.

I saw Kenya giving pop a lap dance, "Fuck it up Kenny! POP,POP! SHOW DEM HOES BITCH!!"

My bitch was doin' her shit.

"Alright sis, I'm bout tired. Time for us to head." she got up.

"You was fucking shit up starr!" She got hype.

My ass was all smiling. Kenya definitely turned me out.

All I know is a big generoala nigga pushed me. He looked like he eats Wendy's fries.

"BIG BITCH!" he looks around, "YEA YOU MC BURGER!"His eyes connect with mine.

Looks like momma bear is mad.

He walked up pushing me again, clearly mad.

"Hey friend, I was going. No need to get hostile. Dammit!" I don't want to mess with that big ass chimpanzee.

Instead of walking off, he did the extreme... Fart on me.

I absolutely hate it fucking here. I'm way to white for these black fuckers!
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HAYYY CRACKERS!!!

CASH IS FUCKING GONE!