Chapter 12: Snakes in the grass

I haven't trusted a snake in so long ever since my second phone got stolen, I reciprocate those feelings when I'm talking to them, but I never trust them anymore. I had a bunch of "friends", excuse me, associates that talk to me a lot, it started when I got my iPhone 7, before that, I had an iPhone 6, I decided to give that to my mans, people caught wind of me doing that and I became "popular". They weren't only in school, I was at Sayre playing ball with my cousin and this one bitch asked me to use my phone, I let her use it and after playing basketball for a few hours, she disappeared with my phone, by the way, fuck all them niggas who kept poking at that cause I'm currently writing this on an iPhone 11. Anyway, my second phone I put down to play basketball, dumbass idea, but that doesn't give anyone room to say anything, niggas lose stuff every time I mean, look at Barry, he lost his fucking brain cells. I found out this nut ass nigga Finn took it, he doesn't talk to me anymore in 10th grade, so it's confirmed, I should snatch his air pods cause he's a bitch. It's cool cause I have the 11, an Apple Watch, and I'm getting a job. Never trust someone who does not have your back, would never lend you a dollar, or always ask you for a dollar, those people are slithering in the desert as we speak, and they are the thirstiest mother fuckers you'll ever meet.