pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

introducing ava

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My alarm clock blared, prompting me to reach for my phone, silencing the annoying sound.

Rolling back over, I stared at the ceiling as I tried to convince myself to get out of bed. Right as I went to get up, my phone dinged, indicating that I had a message. When I looked, it was from my boyfriend, Cameron.

Cam: gm

I rolled my eyes at the dry ass message not bothering to respond. It continued to be a mystery to me why I entertained his annoying ass.

Actually, that's a lie. His dick is the reason.

I made my way to the shower to get ready for school. As a junior in high school, you'd think I was used to getting up every morning, but it still took me unnecessarily long to prepare for the day. It didn't help that my school was in one of the busiest areas of my city, making the trip more stressful than what it needed to be.

That could be said to be my parent's fault for forcing me to attend McGill, a Catholic school that I'd been at for 2 years now.

How ironic. I go to a Catholic school and I'm bragging about a nigga's dick being good. Whew chile, I'm going to hell.

It's not like I wanted to go there anyway. My dad finally starting making some "real money" at his law firm and wanted to send his children to a good school. An absolute joke, if you ask me. The kids aren't shit there just like everywhere else, except now he was spending bands for us to go to school with some middle-class kids who think they're better than everybody.

My hometown is in Mobile, Alabama. Before my dad become all bougie, we lived in a nice, modest home near Airport. Then he started making some extra money and I guess he had something to prove, so we moved.

I'm not complaining that my dad got a raise. It's just irritating as fuck that we had to switch schools and move because we wants us to be "cultured".

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel as I walked back into my room to start doing my makeup.

Just as I started, my annoying little sister, Lauren came bouncing her big head ass into my room. "What" I snapped rudely when she just stared at me.

"I want you to do my eyebrows" she responded.

"Girl fuck your eyebrows. Get out and leave me alone."

"If you don't do them, I'ma tell daddy you had that boy in here with your door closed yesterday" she said as she rolled her neck.

I mugged the shit out of her. "Fine. You're 13. You need to learn how to do your own brows." I said as I got up so she could sit in the chair.

"Why would I when I have a sister to do them for me" was her response as she batted her eyelashes at me.

I'ma start messing them up then I'll see how long she let me do them, I thought to myself as I starting shaping her brows.

Just then my 14 year old brother walked by and peeked in. "Boy I'm so happy you doing her shit. She be walking round school looking like Bert from Sesame Street. Close ass eyebrows."

I snickered under my breath at the accuracy of his joke. Sis just cannot get it together.

"Shut up Lucas" She told my him. "You always tryna jank somebody." (jank= roast, joan, flame, or whatever else y'all say)

"I just speak facts" He yelled as he walked away from the door.

Lauren looked at me pitifully as she asked, "You think my brows look that bad?"