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"hurry the fuck up and get in the car! niggas don't got all day." trell yelled through the other side of the door. i'm so glad i locked it before i went to sleep.
ben, joe , and three was all downstairs smoking. i don't know why he constantly let them come over and sit around looking stupid.
i opened my door and kendell was standing there eating a bag of chips. i stepped around him and went downstairs, ignoring the mean glare i was getting from him.
"yo what the fuck you got on nariah? you looking like a hoe!" trell yelled out, embarrassing me. all his little friends started dying laughing.
"trell move dude. you just acting like a BITCH since all your little friends here." i rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen.
i took out my phone and started scrolling on twitter. - thereallyric: youngboy + me? the dream team 😎.
naridagoat: hate people that act different around their "homeboys".
- as soon as i pressed "tweet", i felt a huge tug on my hair. i turned around to see kentrell, staring at me like i was his worse enemy.
"since you so fucking grown, find your way to school," he laughed, his eyes were the blackest you could imagine.
nodding, i turned on my heels and headed for the front door. money or fame doesn't make me forget that it could all be taken away with one snap.
i slammed the door behind me, starting my trail to school. only takes about twenty minutes here and back, tops.
- "girl, you were almost late." my best friend, golden, walked up to me and said.
i sighed, hugging her. its been what seems like years since i saw her.
"yeah, my dumb brother made me walk to school." i said, rolling my eyes at the thought of kentrell.
the bell rung, and people started walking to their classes.
we both said our goodbyes and begun walking to class.
as soon as i walked in my first class, world history, everyone got quiet.
i didn't say anything, i just went to go sit down in my desk.
"why she back, like her brother ain't got money." i heard a girl say from the back of the classroom.
i took out my textbook and started looking over some material while we were waiting for the teacher to come in.
the snickers and comments of the kids in the back surrounded the classroom.
i could almost thank god when the teacher walked in. i would be lying if i said he wasn't fine.
"alright, ms. gaulden, see me after class please. we have lots to discuss." mr. jordan said, turning around and started to put the days assignments on the touch board.
after he started to talk about the history of colonies, i zoned out. it's like i just was in my own world.
mr. jordan had to be not much older than i am. shoot, he could be my sugar daddy.
i would do some things to him. good god.
i snapped back to reality when the bell rung. i looked up and everybody was rushing out of the class, leaving me and mr. jordan.
