After LaToya, my half sister, moved in with me, my father, Brooke, and her mother, things got a little crazy. How? Well she always goes on a rampage when we have ensalada nights. She always complains about where's the meat. Then she has her hip hop música blasted in her room, and whenever tu walk in, you'll see her either twerking, taking selfies, o updating her Twitter.
Most of the time, to stay away from her ghettoness, I go to the park and draw under the tree. Same thing over and over again. But this time was different.
This is what happened: I walked in the park, planted myself down under the...
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