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I woke up to severe stomach pains, I still didn't go to the doctors for this shit. Feeling like throwing up, I ran to my bathroom. Something is wrong with me, I gotta get this shit checked out.
"Mila honey are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm straight, this happens a lot" I shrugged my shoulders going to brush my teeth, she needs to get out of my face fr.
"Yeah I've been meaning to ask you, why don't you eat?"
"Uh because where I got shot at makes me throw it up, I can't keep it down" I turned the shower on, did my diddly, and got dressed. We went shopping this weekend and I got a whole bunch of shit. Drip too hard, I can't get a job yet though because I have to complete all this extra stuff with the law but this the fit lol.
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I finished the look off with a small purse that had the same colors and pattern. I put all the necessary necessities in my jawn including the glock, I always got a connect somewhere to hook me up with the goods.
"Your PO is outside waiting for you" I nodded and got my bookbag walking out the door.
"See you later ugly" I waved laughing as her mouth dropped, that lady is really ugly asl.
"Ms. Anderson"
"Officer Jarvissss, what's the wordddd" I cheesed going to hug him, who knew he would be my parole officer. Good for me
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"You nervous?" He looked over at me as I looked at the school, it was mad kids in here.
"Nah imma G, I ain't scared" my social anxiety on the other hand...
"Yeah alright, I gotta walk you in here to the office though, you better not have what I think you have in that purse either"
