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        {Dallas,Texas}
Tempest Amelia Jones

"Naeee move" i whined trying to finish my PAINTING but ja'nae just had to mess with me

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"Naeee move" i whined trying to finish my PAINTING but ja'nae just had to mess with me.

"Get out" i yelled at her while grabbing a can and throwing it at my daddy accidentally as he walked past.

"Bahahahahaha bitch" nae walked out the door.

"Cuss again here" my daddy mugged her.

"Sir I'm grown" nae swiped her hand under her chin.

"Grown and still living in my damn house, hey what you PAINTING" my daddy came and sat on my bed.

A/N: not y'all coming for me because i don't know how to spell painting pls leave me alone🥲

"Myself" i smiled at the sight finishing up the finishing  touches.

"Mhmm" he said nodding his head.

"Oh and daddy I think imma move in a couple of weeks." I said.

I've already got my apartment i'm just scared to move in because i don't wanna be alone but i also don't wanna be in this house.

I've also thought about going back to school only reason i never went to college is due to depression i couldn't bring myself to do anything. I guess that depression shit just ruined it for me. Because of a guy it's okay i'm pimping thee fawk.

"Why not? y'all needa get the hell out chea" he mumbled the last part.

"I'm too scared to live by myself." i shrugged.

"Okay then what's the point of getting a ho- okayyy daughter" he chuckled walking out closing the door behind him.

I chuckled before laying back, closing my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep

"Bitch let's smoke!" I heard nae yell coming in my room.

"I know you saw me sleeping." I mugged her.

"Well get up" she said throwing me a perfectly rolled blunt.

I grabbed a lighter out of my drawer and sparked up the blunt before taking a couple hits from it.

I pulled away then coughed before passing it off.

"Soo when are you gonna move?" I asked.

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