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𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 - 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐀 , 𝐉 - 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎 , 𝐈𝐋📍
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"I WAS TRYING TO SEE IF YOU HAD YOUR SPEECH READY." My counselor said.
"Yes I'm just still doing the last part. I keep changing it because I get overstimulated like maybe I could do better? Or it could just be different." I sighed.
"Whatever you write is coming from what you trying feel Jayda. No one should hate that." He told me.
"I know."
"Just give me a draft of what you have now and I'll see for myself on what you're so worried about."
"Okay." I shrugged going in my bag pulling out my folder.
"Oh you already have them?" He said shocked making me nod. I've written plenty of drafts. I gave him three pages of different speeches.
"I can get them back to you tomorrow, with all the senior protocols and stuff you know how busy it gets at the end of the year." He sighed.
I nodded. "Okay maybe something else will come to my mind." I walked out of the office meeting Kenny and Dess outside for our lunch period.
"Hello." I answered picking up the call for my brother.
"What's this shit I hear about you and Von?"
"What did you hear?" I asked biting my lip.
"You fuckin him J?"
"What? No! I just like him we've been.. together a lot lately." I sighed.
"Ion want you around that nigga."
"Isn't he your friend? Why are you so hostile?"
"Yea he my fuckin homie that's why Ion need you fuckin him. Youn know shit about him foreal or what he do or nothing." He told me.
