If it ain't about the money, bitch you can miss me with it. Bitch nigga miss me with it
Carter Giselle Santana
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"Ma ! I'm leaving for work !" I yelled out as I grabbed my keys
"Alright and tell Trey bring his ass in the house and wash these damn dishes !"
"Okay !"
I opened the front door and saw Trey down the street with his ugly ass friends. I opened my car door and got inside.
"I'm finna embarrass the shit out of him" I mumbled
Today was Camryn's birthday and we were both excited as shit. We both had to work today, so we decided to just go out tomorrow night.
I already sent her her three paragraph essay that she wanted and her bitch ass called me crying on FaceTime. She such a cry baby.
"Trey !" I pulled up beside him
"What ?"
"Get yo black ass in the house and go wash them fucking dishes"
"To—"
I drove off and made my way to Lenox Square. The usual 20 minute ride there turned into 30 because people act like they can't fucking drive.
"Hate Atlanta traffic" I rolled my eyes closing my car door
I walked inside the mall and made my way straight to Footlocker. I walked inside and saw Shantell already ringing up a customer.
"Hey Carter" She waved as she put the receipt in the bag
"Hey Shanny" I waved back as I went towards the back
I put my stuff in my lil cubbie and walked back out to the front.
"We were busy today ?" I questioned
"Nah, not really" She shook her head
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Shantell was one of my friends here at work. She had smooth brownskin with these pretty brown eyes. She always worried about fitness and shit, while I'll sit and eat 3 boxes of popeyes chicken like it's nothing.
