Kayla Anne
23 Years Old
The Next Morning:
I woke up to the sound of Kiing laughing, he prolly playing wit his daddy.
Kentrell.
That boy make me so happy.
They both do.
I went downstairs and saw everyone but Kentrell sitting in my living room, Kd eating Cheerios, Ben eating Ben and Jerry's. Kiing was chillin on the floor, holding my phone to his ear.
"Hey." I said.
"Heeyyyyyy?" They said slowly and in a questionable tone.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked.
"Well damn, she ain tryna play today." Boomer said.
"Where Kentrell?" I asked.
"He ain make it." Kd said.
"WHAT THE FUCK! HE DIED! OH MY GOD! FUCK THAT. BEN GIMME YO GUN, IAN GOIN TO NO MORE FUNERALS! WAIT NEVERMIND, I GOTTA TAKE CAR OF KIIING. HOLY FUCK. WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN BOOMER." I yelled.
"Fuck you too then." Boomer said, mugging me.
"Mama, phone fa you." Kiing said, handing me my phone.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey mamas." The person on the other line said, I took my phone away ear to check the ID.
"Who this?" I asked.
"Yo fine ass babydaddy/husband." He chuckled.
"Whea you at? Yo zoo hea but you not." I said.
"I got arrested, I'm coming home lata tho. My lawyer got it cooled out." He said.
"You better. Tomorrow Christmas." I said.
"I know that. I'ma be there." He said.
"I made the house look all pretty." I said.
"I bet you did mamas." He said. "Look, mama, ian got alotta time left onnis call so I'msa just end it hea. I luh you tho."
"I luh you too." I said.
"Slime."
"Ight, bye." I said and hung up.
I looked at the gang.
"She dead?"
"She dead dead." Kd said.
"Cool." I said and went into the kitchen.
I feel like they keeping some shii from me but whateva.
Short ik but im busy today.
