As I was walking I put in my earphones and listened to "Ready or Not " by the Fugees while walking to work. Believe it or not, but I work for the city in some type of art thing. Nobody knows about it but me. I heard that if I got caught then they'd arrest me because they think we are some type of thug.
Everyone on the job calls me Qas. Ion know why but iight I'll deal with it.
"Qas! Coma esta te usted? " Some Ice JJ Fish looking ass nigga asked me. Tuh! Bruh man better get that gap fixed otc though.
"Bien, tu? " I replied while picking up my spray can and putting a mask on my face. "Bien " He said back. I'm guessing this nigga name Piggy because That's what everyone call him
After Work
Since I got done working, I stopped by this little box. It had homeless people there. I shook my head, left them some money and left. Right when I turned the corner I saw a gang with guns. Shit had me scared but I followed them quietly. I must've been invisible because they ain't see me. Once they went into the building , I did the same two minutes later.
"Money, guns, jewelry " I whispered to myself once I took a look in their drawer. Yep! I was hiding in this dark ass room with no light. I took some things, walked out the building smooth and headed back home.
Home
I took my shower and everything so no need to worry bout a nigga and all. Put my phone on the charger and went straight to sleep
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"Jr! Wake up!" Dad yelled
I got up quickly, did everything I needed to do and went to school .
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"Listen up! Turn to page 616 in your math book and do problems 1-21" Ms. Wilson said
"Aw hell nah, fuck this shit " I said quietly but the damn teacher heard it. " Excuse me ?" She questioned and looking at me. "Your excused " I answered her and smiled. She shook her head.
I'm still trying to figure out this damn math problem. Ole stank breath ass teacher ain't teaching shit. Luckily I sit next to this smart kid . I was copying answer from answer and finished just in time when the bell rung.