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________________________ 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐌. 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝘊𝘜𝘉𝘈𝘕 🉐
"I feel like I'm dead.. I'm alive but I'm dead." I stuck my tongue out of the side of my mouth.
It was Sunday evening and my mama was cooking.
Ion know what the hell it was but it smelled so good.
"You need to stay off toktick." My mama shook her head, seasoning something in the sink.
"It's Tiktok." I groaned. Tiktok was really my life. I could delete every social app on my phone and be just okay with this one.
I pressed a live video that said: "Mentioned you in their live video."
I joined and the person was just laughing, and had 78 viewers.
just wasted my fucking time.
You know how lame you gotta be to name your Instagram live, "Mentioned you."
gtfo with that dumb shit.
I switched my account to my spam, checking my requests. "Damn, why all these people requesting to get in my spam. The fuck."
"How many people tryna get in that ho?" My boy-bestfriend asked, sucking on a freeze pop.
He'd been sitting right next to this whole time. But he'd only say some from time to time since he was so into this damn game.
"Like 700. Somebody gotta be talking about me. Ion like allat hype." I shook my head.
"All them damn followers you got, you better like that damn hype." Zaybo chuckled, getting up to throw his freeze pop away.
"You coming to my show tonight?"
"If I get all my assignments done for my night class, yeah. I don't think I have a client today." I went to check my lash page.
"You know imma support you—Can you hand me that pickle and cotton candy?"
Zaybo was a big rapper in Chicago, like everybody be listening to him. I remember the long nights in highschool where we was up trying to find a affordable studio, working on songs.
I'm happy for him.
"I gotta get yo VIP pass out the car." He grabbed the pickle and cotton candy, handing it over to me. "Pickles stank."
