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Pic of Kyane

"No, no no we did those yesterday!" They should know by now, never repeat a pose in the same month. Currently me and my friends. Are debating over the pose of the day.

Putting my arms up in surrender, "Find Daszi we go with yours. No objections." I already sorta hurt Daszi today. Let him have this one thing.

Kyane shrugs, having no complaint. Yesterday we went with his ideas. He shouldn't have any.

Counting down for us, "5- 4- 3- 2- 1."

Me, Daszi, and Kyane walk into the lunch room like bosses. Wow I see no one even glances in our direction. Of course if we were Braddammeon's crew we'll be the center of attention.

It's all good at least someone is looking. I wink at our only loyal subject of our performance. Avoiding eye contact she continues eating.

Every day we do some kind of pose. Mine today is Hercules. Daszi muscle man, and Kyane the confused K-pop artist.

Suddenly I feel myself falling on the floor along with my crew. Groaning looking up for the culprit. Of course its Brad.

Smirking like the devil himself, "Didn't see you there. You had a nice trip?" He offers his hand.

Smacking that shit away. Was that supposed to be funny? I would cut his fucking face with his jaw line stupid little-

"Actually I did, I planned it to be nice. Ahead of schedule maybe back last fall?" He smiles. I want to be proud but honestly what's with Kyane?

How come he can never look ugly?! Ever, he's like freaking Barney Stinsten. From How I Met Your Mother. Perfect poses and everything. 

I'm not bad looking but like damn he's perfect. Which is why when he's getting up. I push him back down with my weight how about that suckaaar?!

Daszi helps him up. Kyane shrugs casually. "Cash me outside or something?"

I dust my self off, "Nah cash me inside how about that?"

He scoffs, for as long as I knew Kyane the facial expression he's making right now. It's the begining of trouble. "God you're just jealous." Dusting off his shoulders.

I tell the truth, there's no point in hiding it. "Hellll yeah! How the fuck, does a human fall on the floor and look fucking perfect." I had to go through puberty and he skipped that shit!

He skipped it, I swear to you he skipped it.

He smirks," Had a lot of practice." How?! We are almost always together.

Not even thinking about the words that come out of my mouth, "Yeah cause your ass never had to work for anything."

Daszi speaks up," Hey now don't start that."

Kyane huffs,"You are exactly like me, but I had to work for my shit."

Wait hold up? I never worked for anything? I work to try to make my family look presentable. But they don't know that. I will never allow them to know that.

Daszi steps in having his own two cents." Until you have an Indian dad y'all don't work for shit."

Kyane ignores him,"Until you have a japanese dad y'all don't work for shit."

See that's not true.

"Until you have a white dad y'all don't work for . ....." I think about it all the stereotypes.

"Uhm for allowance." Let them think my only worries in life is allowance.

Kyane and Daszi high five each other up. "Exactly."

I rolling my eyes, "Y'all shut up."

Snickering, From the sidelines. Brad walks over, "Guys look apparently we caused a civil war."

Pointing at us he smirks,"They make up like one big happy family."

Who told him to ease drop on other peoples conversations.

Daszi walks away,"You look like a neglected child."

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