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HOODLIFE CRISIS. | ANJELIA'S POV DATE | TIME :WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7th 2022 | 8:01 AM. LOCATION : ANJELIA'S CRIB, SUGAR HILL.
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"FUCK THIS SHIT." i groan, slapping a hand on my face in attempts to block my eyes from the bright sun beaming at me through my window. i sigh heavily, my back popping as i turn to slap at my phone, trying to shut my alarm off.
today was the first day of school, and i truly was not excited. yesterday david was contemplating wether to come or not. he was sick with anxiety last night, this year would be his first year in school without his brother with him and it was taking a huge toll on his mental health.
myra made a deal with dd. she said "go for a week. después de una semana, si desea cambiar a en línea, puede hacerlo." of course dd didn't want to agree, but he respected his mother enough. so even though it was begrudgingly, he agreed.
("after a week, if you want to switch to online, you can.")
after doing my morning routine, i clip my straight hair away from my face and go to get an outfit from my closet. i pulled out a pair of ripped black ksubis, and found a black 'anti social club' hoodie to wear with it. i go over to my drawers to pull out a pair of socks and one of my ethika sports bras before changing into my outfit.
