It's a fucking Monday bro what the fuck. I'm tired of this school shit. I got 4 more weeks of Greenville High. I hear my bitch ass stepdad yell up the stairs "junior get yo ass up I'm not going to ask again boy" he so irritating "Ok dad" I say.
My dumbass didn't put my alarm on bc I fell asleep with my baby on the phone last night, and my stupid ass forgot my shoes at my girls house too.
I literally keep everything there on the weekends. But anyway I call my girl up "baby you up?" Knowing damn well her ass still sleep. I'm all dressed and freshened up. Got my polo shirt on and true religion jeans too so then I walk outside to the bus with my headphones on. Shawty still ain't talking so I hang up.
I go to my playlist and blast some bangers. Some of y'all hoes probably know tht one challenge "I ain't trynna sound cocky but who fucking wit me?" Yea that song.
Meanwhile we pull up to my school and I see my nigga Tay. That nigga all boo'd up. So I'm looking for my shawty don't see her ass. "Where she at?" I said to myself.
Maybe one of her homegirls running late I don't think nun of it, this happens a lot.
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Short Story" Love in Chicago can be very rare. And street life in Chicago don't love nobody . It's all good until we lose somebody we love . But it's up to the people to work love out "
