Emoni Morgan Chicago, Illinois. December 25th, 2021. 1:57 PM
" Line them crates up." Mikayla joked making me bust out laughing. I just found out I'm a few months pregnant. Another little wonder to my family.
" I can't stand you bitch." I nudged her shoulder making her laugh. She finished setting her hair supplies up. Today was Christmas and we decided to come back to chicago to have a big Christmas. Everybody moved out of chicago. It ain't brung nothing but pain and sadness. Hatred, and envy.
" Shit, as soon as I kept throwing up every morning." She laughed." I would've lined those crates the fuck up."
" Man, it was supposed to be team fuck em kids but they trapped a real bitch." I wiped my fake tears.
" Ion blame you though." She mumbled under her breath.
" What bitch, speak up I can't hear you." I bucked laughing a little.
" Shitttt." She dragged making me bust out into laughter.
" Would've gotten pregnant the first night fucking with me."
" I know yo hoe ass would." I laughed. Shit I would've too, I don't judge fuck it we ball.
" So what look you going for this time?"
" I don't even know." I shrugged staring at my hair." Something that goes good with me, I guess."
She nodded and took my hair out the scrunchie it was in.
I decided to scroll on Instagram while she did my hair.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
