I bring dashie back to my house. I was really tiered but i had to feed Dashie.
I go get some carrots from my kitchen. my mom was there and realyl mad. I was scard.
"Where was yo slick ass?"
"I was up gettin some milk, mom."
I wasn't out to get milk. In fact I was out getting dashie back from my friend who isn't my freind anymore. I still can't bealeave that he took dashie away from me. i don't like him anymore.
"Where's tha milk, bitch?"
Oh no. I was going to be now bad way.
"In tha fridge, yo."
She goes to fridge to look for milk.
When she opens the door, though, I took out the same gun I used to dispatch my ex-friend. Pulling the trigger a few times, I turned the back of her head, and the contents on the fridge, and tint of dark red.
"What was that, dad?" Dashie ask.
"Nothang Dashie, go back ta yo' room." I say with smile. "I be bout ta be there soon."