𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚 "𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚" 𝐨𝐫 "𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐚" 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝙰𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋
𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿
𝟹:𝟶𝟺 𝚙𝚖I decided not to go to school today because I got a lot of shit to do. Going into my mom's room to see what she was doing, it was empty. Another day being home alone, great. I sat back and thought to myself, let me spark one right quick. Rolling up, I got a text from Tylah.
friendly light skin jawn 🧍🏽♀️
aye, why you didn't come to school today?
didn't feel like it
well, you wanna go to the mall with us?
it's fye out here?
somewhat, you tryna slide?
i guess
aight, want me to come scoop you?
hell nawl 😭 send me
the drop and imma catch an uberyou gon trust me one day 😂 just watch
we'll see 🤷🏾♀️😭
Chuckling lightly, I took a pull from my blunt. I definitely gotta reach out to my niggas from Harlem, they were holding me down. I pulled my phone out to call one of the boys whose number I remembered by heart. FaceTiming him, he answered on the 4th ring.
"Who this?"
"Damn youn remember me?" I stuck my face in the camera
"MILAAAAA, I miss you cuh, where you at? When you got out?"
"Fed asl saying my name like that but I'm in Cali gang, I got out a couple of days ago" a smile appeared on his face
"You got the drop on them hoes?"
"Handling that today, niggas know"
"Cuh youn know how bad I wanted to put one in them but I knew you was onnat, they had to move to Cali too cuz gang was on they ass like underwear" I laughed taking another hit
"That way, my ride or dies... imma come see y'all"
"Nah we finna come see you, booking my flight right now, look at Lo bitch ass" he pointed the camera to him
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Innocent?
Fanfiction🥷🏾 Started: 10/13/19 Rewritten: 5/2/21 (Book cover by @earth2julz)