(A/N Trying Something New)
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Date: March 4,2013
Location: Yasmin's House
Time:11:00 pm
Yasmin's POV
Me and Diggy's date was amazing.
Yasmin : so I guess it's goodnight I will text you lat(GCO)*diggy kissed her*
Diggy: goodnight Yaz see ya tomorrow
Yasmin: bye
I opened my door and there she was waiting to beat me.
Julia: where have you been you ugly ass bop!
(A/N Julia is Yasmin mom)
Yasmin: I was on a date
Julia: and when did I give you permission to do that
Yasmin: yesterday
Julia: lies * slaps the spit out of Yasmin's mouth *
Yasmin: * crying * no I'm not
Julia: * punches Yasmin to the ground *
Yasmin: * crying louder * please stop
Julia: I will when I want to * kicks her in the stomach * now I'm done you worthless piece of shit!
After she was done I ran to the bathroom to see what I looked like. My nose was bleeding and I have a black eye now. I cleaned myself up a bit and cried myself to sleep.
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Date: March 5, 2013
Location: Yasmin's House
Time: 7:30 am
Yasmin's POV
"Ay, ay, ay
Good to see you, come on in, let's go
Yeah, let's go
Alright, alright
OK, uh, alright, OK
Alright, OK
Return of the Mack, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't.
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit me
Get up! Thrift shop pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and Cosby sweater gang nope nope y'all can't copy
Yup. Bad, moon walking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on Broadway,
And we did it, our way.
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I'm on.
Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style.
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds,
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustler,
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing
