𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 (𝙽𝚊𝚓𝚊)
"It's official I'm getting a job" I said walking in Dee house. Everybody paused and looked at eachother. Say shook his head putting his hand to his face.
"Who gone tell her?" He said looking around at the others.
"Tell me what bitch." I said.
"You said the same shit last month and here you are standing here jobless and broke." Say said.
"Bitch Ian broke." I mugged him scrunching my face up.
"That ain't yo money." He said.
"I'm in my bag and I'm in my mommas too that's why everytime you see me I don't look poor like you." I said sticking my tongue out.
"Tell em bestie money grow on trees for you bitch." Dee smiled.
"My momma plant the money seeds right in my pocket." I said. " That's why I'm always dripping on you Say."
"Bitch that ain't drip you sprinkling."
"Anyways bae tell him that I'm capable enough to get a job." I said pouting.
"Stop playing with my baby like she not qualified for a job." K3 said.
"She qualified on teaching yo dumb ass a new word." Santana said. "You ain't never used that word before."
"Ok let's think of jobs for me."I sat on the floor. It was quiet for a minute.
"You can be a boxer." Mook said.
"Yo head shaped like a fucking box." Say said rolling his eyes.
"Ouuu I can be a stripper." I said.
K3 looked at me. I looked at him. Everybody else looked at us.
"I'm just playing" I lied looking away from his glare. Strippers make good money too. Why he playing we both could of been eating good. Mostly me.
"You playing but I'll kill you for real." He said.
"Ain't even got to do all that." I shook my head. "Shoo shake a lil ass and you trynna kill folks."
"Let a lil bullet loose and you might be dead or some." He said digging in his pockets.
"I-" Say started before taking the gun out K3 waistband shaking his head. "Niggas can't never have nothing."
"You can work at McDonald's." Telly said.
"Bi-" I stopped. "You know that's not a bad idea."
"They gone mix her up with a French fry" I heard Mook horribly whisper to Santana.
"That's not even funny bitch that's why you gotta hide yo money illegal ass." I rolled my neck.
"Ion really have to" he said. "I just choose to."
"Boy" Telly started. "He got to" she mouthed.
"Anyways come take me to feel out an job application." I said.
"Where is your car?" Dee asked.
"Nigga you ask me this after weeks of not seeing me driving it." I said scrunching my face up.
"Which is why I'm asking" he said in a duhh tone.
"Well use your context clues."
"We not even reading" Say said.
"Y'all are real dumb" Dee said.
Santana started mocking her.
"Come onnnnnn" I whined getting up stomping my feet.
