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𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 8th, 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇
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𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖑𝖞𝖓, 𝖓𝖞
♛"you nervous?" yasmine asked me.
"not really. " i looked out the window.
"girl you gone be fine. plus you with us. bitches know not to play. " lashae handed me a pack of gum and some snacks.
"thanks. " i small smiled to hide my nervousness.
we rode with music blasting for a few more minutes until we arrived at school.
i felt my stomach drop to my ass and i instantly had to shit but never did i show any fear.
"this is niceee this is nice. " i copied the tiktok making lashae laugh.
"wait till you get inside this shit hole. " yasmine mugged the school.
i grabbed my bag and made sure i had everything and fixed myself in the mirror for a good first impression.
"let's go girl. you look fine as usual. " yasmine smiled.
lashae held my hand and we walked in the school. i could feel all eyes on me. i tried to get my mind to think of something else because this could cause an anxiety attack.
"yo you good? you gripping the fuck out of my- ow shit! let me go let me go!" she laughed.
"i got anxiety lashae. " i whispered to her making her get serious.
"why you didn't tell me?"
"i don't know-"
"what?" yasmine asked as we stopped at her locker.
"she got anxiety. "
"oh damnn. " she put her things in her locker. "try to take your mind off of this. think about how much money we're gonna get when we start robbing&scamming these niggas. " she smiled making me smile and calm down.
"see? you good girl. " lashae lightly nudged me.
"what's y'all schedule?" i asked looking at mine.
"johnson, parker, williams, and hundley. whatchu got?" lashae asked.
"smith, parker, jackson, hundley. " i looked at the schedule.