21 BITCHES

 march 14. 2021

Sunday, at 2114

lizzie mcguire

Mcguire rushes into my room. Takes a good look at me, which I am only sitting at the edge of my bed. Then, she turns to the mirror she was now facing due to her lil turn around just like benji, my son, dawg, does before sitting down. This mf came up to my face through the mirror, the contact was deep just like always. 

"You dance funny. You dance like those floating inflatables." -Mcguire

We hilariously laugh. With this homegirl it's all cracks 24/7, when she's not moody though lol. As she is a teenaage scorpio. 

"You mean 🎶Shakiraaa, shakiraaa🎶" -me

Mcguire gives off one good deep in thought looks. Shittt. It's so easy for me to read this girl.. foo, this girl and I can practically read each others thoughts. That's how deep it be with home sis. We both started bursting up. You just got to be there. BUT HOLD UP, let me tell you. When it comes to this girl, she's brutally honest, she don't give no fucks and I love it because I know she's telling the truth. Straight to ittt. I knew she wouldn't hold back what was about to pop into her mind. She kept laughing and looked in the mirror once more as if agreeing with herself. She turns back to face me as she starts walking towards the door. 

"Happy fucking 21st bitch" -Mcguire 

said with a genuine 'bitch u funny', yet agreeable burst of soft laughter.

In my world, that moment, i c o n i c. If you only understood my sisters personality towards me, you would understand my perspective. Sis left me 💀