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R I O N A 👸🏽

"Ok so where do I start" this one guy said.

I've been in this class for so long and I don't even know these peoples name. We were in U.S. History class. Our assignment was to just write about how we feel about what's going on in the U.S. now. It was a free 100 because we were basically writing how we felt.

"Uhmm ok... Dear Syria" Oh no. I knew this wasn't going to be good.

" Our wig wearing president Trump did this on his own. We, speaking for the Black Delegation, has nothing to do with that.  So when y'all send missiles, bombs, and nukes in retaliation make sure y'all hit HIM right on top of that crooked toupee. We don't even know where Syria is located. Just know and on behalf of my black brothers and sisters, we don't have nothing to do with what he got going on. " He said and took a bow.

By the time he was finished the whole class was laughing at his ignorance. The teacher muffled her laughs but at the same time glared at him.

The bell rung just in time. I grabbed my belongings and managed to be the first one out. Not before turning in my work of course.

Walking towards the valley were the buses normally are I seen Jeremiah through my peripheral. No not again, He came and shoved me.

"Hey, I know you"

MOOOOVVEE" I giggled. Jeremiah was always aggravating me. He was like the kid never leaves you alone. He laughed it off but still didn't leave me alone.

"Snap me up" he said handing me his phone. He started hitting the light skin poses. I muffled my laughs and just started snapping them.

"I'm feeling good I'm on my cocky ish" he kept repeating hitting the dae dae dance

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"I'm feeling good I'm on my cocky ish" he kept repeating hitting the dae dae dance. I hyped him up and danced along with him.

"Ayyee Ayye Ayye" we said together. He then asked someone random to take pictures of us both. See that's the gig. I wasn't looking my best and I hated for other people to take my pictures. I usually had my phone or whatever device I was using recording and just screenshot the moments when I felt I looked good. My pictures never turned out right when other people took them cause I felt awkward but I wasn't going to make this a big deal.

Some girl took the pictures while me and friend posed. We made goofy faces, smiled real big, I accompanied him in his traditional light skin poses, and posed like we were hood. It was a fun little photoshoot. He showed me the pictures and they turned out BOOMMB!! That new IPhone camera was too lethal. They were so good you didn't even have to edit them in no way.

" You better not post it nowhere" I glared.

"Too late. My mind is already made up" He started skipping like a little girl in a field of lilies. OMG he is so annoying sometimes.

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