Cuz hi. I've slowed down on updates, I'm proud of myself...
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— 𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 —
• 3 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 •
"You ain't my son, you my muhfuckin step son." I quoted.
"Von ??"
"Von ??"
Ever since Vons been staying here more, he been on his phone a lot... he don't even acknowledge me no more.
"VON ?"
"Yes Sahara.." he said annoyed.
I jerked my head.. "nevermind bitch, I don't wanna talk to nobody that don't wanna talk to me. Fuck you and yo lil internet hoe you probably talkin to." I said, and walked away, to do my make up in the other bathroom.
"Hey sis" Essence said, yawning.
"Hey..."
"What's wrong ?"
"That bum nigga in there is ignoring me. Because he talkin to a computer bitch ."
"Computer bitch ?"
"Yes. She probably messaging him back on her computer, bitch prolly don't have a phone ugh ! And you know you can actually do that, with Apple Macs." I said, crossing my arms.
"Sahara..."
"Essence, trust me... I'm always right." I said.
"Mmmm no you're not—"
"Anyways... how do my foundation look ?" I asked.
"Good.. where you going ?" She asked.
I sighed... " I'm going to find someone worth my time. Clearly he doesn't care about me anymore."
We both looked at eachother knowing I'm just talkin shit.
We bust out laughing hard.
"Whewwwwww nah girl, I'm just fixing my face so I can post on Instagram."
"Aight." She said walking off..
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After I took pictures for Instagram, Im thinking of a petty ass caption :
