Living Like A Trapstar

fairy tales and nightmares

Sometimes I wish we were a stable family. My family is happy but poor. I want a father, an older sister that listens to me, and a cancer-free mother, but this ain't no fairy tale. Fairy tales ain't real. There's no such thing as fairy tales. It's always nightmares. Nightmares come true, fairy tales never do.
- Tiff

Tiffani, how are we gonna do this? Jasmin was shivering, Mouse refused to turn on the heat. Tiff it's cold. Can we start this? Autumn was getting tired and hold stacks of cash. Well, Mouse is taking forever with the drugs what the fuck do you guys want me to do? Tiffani what if we get? Jasmin was still nervous as a kid at a dance recital. Jasmin can you just relax. We doing this for mama. Tiff replied. I know we doing this for mama Tiffani. My name is not Tiffani it's Tiff. Tiff replied.

-Mouse finally walks in-

Autumn instantly gave him the money. Alright, so how we finna do this? Jasmin whispered. Here how this gonna go I give yall the drugs and we gonna get the money. We split the money in half, which is enough for your mother. Mouse talked slowly. Alright, let's do this then, Tiff jumped up and brushed her hand against the other.

When Tiffani walked out the traphouse she seen a girl with one suitcase. Her hair was in a high ponytail, she was medium height, and had grey eyes with bright skin complexion. At first, Tiffani didn't walk up to her until she saw a lady with a cigarette in her mouth throwing clothes at her. Get out my house you drug addict, says the lady with a cigarette. 

Tiff approaches her

Are you ok? Tiff felt a little nervous so she wasn't too close. The girl replied. I'm fine alright, just got nowhere to go. Wait are you high? The girl replies Yes. I know how a place you can go follow.- Tiff.

- to be continued -