'"Bye!" I yelled as I walked to my car. I finally moved out of my mom's house at the tender age of 22. Finally!!! I have freedom from hell!!
I put my last suitcase in, closed the trunk and got in my brand new Toyota Corolla. 15 mins later I pulled up to my new condo. I felt so proud of myself!
I turned the key stepped in and I finally felt like a grown women. I unpacked my things out the car and put them in the house. Most of my stuff was already there cause I had been moving all week. And let me tell you. A nigga was tired.
Pills n potions. We're overdosin. Im angry but i still love you. Pills n potions. We're overdosin. Cant stand it but I still love you. I still love i still love i still love i still love i still lo-o-ove. I still love i still love i still love i still love i still love.
"Hello?"
"Hey bitch."
"Hey Diamond!" (Kristina's stripper friend.)
"You down to chill later on tonight?"
"Hell naw. Yo ass know i gotta work."
"Oh yea. Dayum. I forgot. Well have fun."
"As usual. Ha. Bye bitch."
"Bye!"
Yea i Know its short. This my first story sooo dont judge.
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Ride or Die [Editing]
General FictionKristina Moore. 22. Stripper. Fat ass. Double D's. Lightskin. 5'2. Finally moving out of her moms house. Single, but not for long... Will she find her ride or die nigga? Copyright© ShootingStarzz_™ 2014-2015