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Rose

“I warned you about this, didn't I?”

I replayed what happened to me and Gibson at the prom yesterday.

What I did felt right until I sat for counseling on Miss Beatrice's custody.

We were on the small porch of our house; my head was faced down while she kept ranting about yesterday by my side. I sat on the slab staring at the neatly cut lawn. The lawn has never been as fascinating as I was in my entire existence. Right now, I didn't want to look at her face.

“That was a very wrong thing to do; imma be real with you; that nigga looks like he's the only one that cared about you even though your dumb ass keeps pushing him away. What the fuck is wrong with you child?” After maintaining a high pitch of tantrum, the last part came out as a whisper.

“I'm sorry.”

“Mm-hmm, you're gonna hold that back." She said holding up her arm, her index finger pointing at me.

"I will be putting out the whole mess you did right now in your face, starting from when you spilled that gentleman vodka on his fin
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