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Surprisedly mr. Simon didn't own horses but he did own the brand new 2019 Porsche 718 Boxster Roadster with a convertible top, 300 Horsepower, and leather seats.


He vroomed the engine, peeling it of the long paved driveay, the wind whipping through my hair, causing my all natural, not dyed and definitely not a weave or wig, ombré platinum blonde to pink strands to go flying in the wind. think Demi Lovato circa 2012


Mr. Simon turned up he radio, it was blasting Fuve Seocmds of Summit's newest single Young Blood. It was the same song Papa was bopping to the other day.



The sudden thought of my Popo, knowing that I'd never get to see him again made my heart ache with joy, he was a truly terrible man and I was glad I didn't have to try running away again to escape his huts full of Fila Disruptors, although they are really comfy and stylish shoes, and also I didn't have to make meth anymore, when our last meth lab exploded it took out two of our huts and killed our pet cat 'Tak and the Power of JuJu' yes that was his name and yes you had to say the entire thing, just like 'A Pimp Named Slickback' on The Boondocks.


Overcome with joy I began belting out the lyrics to the song:


Remember the words you told me, "love me till the day I die"
Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine
Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you're calling me by name
Takes one to know one, yeah, you beat me at my own damn game


You push and you push and I'm pulling away, pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take


Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me out of your life
And I'm just a dead man walking tonight
But you need it, yeah you need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh
Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me back in your life
So I'm just a dead man crawling tonight
'Cause I need it, yeah I need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh


Lately our conversations end like it's the last goodbye
Then one of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times
So who you been calling baby? Nobody could take my place
When you're looking at those strangers, hope to God you see my face


Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me out of your life
And I'm just a dead man walking tonight
But you need it, yeah you need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh
Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me back in your life
So I'm just a dead man crawling tonight
'Cause I need it, yeah I need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh


You push and you push and I'm pulling away, pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take
You're running around and I'm running away, running away from you
Mmm, from you


Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me out of your life
And I'm just a dead man walking tonight
But you need it, yeah you need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh
Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me back in your life
So I'm just a dead man crawling tonight
'Cause I need it, yeah I need it, all of the time, yeah ooh ooh ooh


You push and you push and I'm pulling away, pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take


Youngblood
Say you want me, say you want me out of your life
And I'm just a dead man walking tonight


Soon we pulled up at what looked like a movie set, Mr. Simon parked in the middle of the shoot tossing his keys at the director "don't chip the paint" he stated, giving her a wink before leading me off to the side


"I want to met you meet my bois, but I haven't a clue to where they could have ran off to" I countined wandering behind Mr. Silicon, noticing my Fila Disruptorswerr untied, I bent dome to quickly fasten the laces "there they are!" Mr. Simon pointed out


As I looked up I saw a cart was whizzing around the set. In the golf cart sat five boys, four white as snow but I don't know what snow is, we don't get that in liberia; and there was one who looked light skin but he was probably Muslim or Israeli, who knows. All I know is he wasn't white like the rest of 'em


It felt like they were the rarest, most beautiful collectors limited edition of Pokémon cards I had ever seen, even though growing up Papa would only spend money on expanding our huts, buying new Fila Disruptors and also fueling his crack cocaine habit. Neither I nor my four sisters, who still exist by the way even though they don't have names, could ever own such a luxurious item.


Anyways as I was staring at them the blinde boy at the wheel held eye contact with me, I could see the grin on his mouth growing as the cart increased it's speed, the murderous intent gleaming in his orbs as I realized, way too late he was driving straight towards me


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